Sexual Troubles of a Newcomer

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What happened to Alice at the beginning of the story? This choice affects Alice's health and some characters' attitudes towards her. <<link [[She ended up naked under a table in a crowded cafeteria.|alt_start_2]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("good_morning", "main")>><</link>> <<link [[She was assaulted in Room 4.|alt_start_2]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("room4", "main")>><</link>> <<link [[She was whipped with a jump rope in the shower.|alt_start_2]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("bad_morning", "resisted")>><</link>> <<link [[Roxy spanked her with a towel.|alt_start_2]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("bad_morning", "submit")>><</link>> [[To main menu|Start]]

How did the Halloween party end? <<link [[I didn't play through this part|loc_alice_room]]>><</link>> <<link [[Alice didn't participate in the "hunt"|alt_start_3]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party","skip")>><</link>> <<link [[Alice won!|alt_start_3]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party","win")>><</link>> <<link [[Alice lost.|alt_start_3]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party","lose")>><</link>> <<link [[Alice gave the victory to Sophie|alt_start_3]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party","sophie")>><</link>>

<<run setup.finish_scene("sophie_fixer","main")>> How did Alice and Sophie's kitchen duty end? <<link [[I didn't play through this part|loc_alice_room]]>><</link>> <<link [[Alice did everything she was told and even ate a cucumber from Roxy's pussy.|alt_start_4]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("kitchen_duty","eat")>><</link>> <<link [[Alice and Sophie ended up naked on the table in the dark dining room with a cucumber in their asses.|alt_start_4]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("kitchen_duty","anal_join")>><</link>> <<link [[Alice refused to lick Denise's pussy, throwing Sophie under the bus.|alt_start_4]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("kitchen_duty","sophie_lick")>><</link>> [[To main menu|Start]]

Did you visit infirmary for the first time? <<link [[No|alt_start_5]]>><</link>> <<link [[Yes. Alice was polite and just waited.|alt_start_5]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("infirmary_intro","wait_doctor")>><</link>> <<link [[Yes. Alice looked behind the door.|alt_start_5]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("infirmary_intro","look_behind_door")>><</link>> <<link [[Yes. Alice stole the ointment.|alt_start_5]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("infirmary_intro","still_ointment")>><</link>>

Did you visit Mia for the first time? <<link [[No|loc_alice_room]]>><</link>> <<link [[Yes|loc_alice_room]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("mia_fixer_intro","main")>><</link>>

Waking up in the morning, Alice headed to the shower. The sound of water could be heard from behind the door. After leaving her things in the changing room and entering the shower area, Alice saw that other girls were already showering there. <img src="images/shower_girls.png" alt="Girls in the shower" width="80%"/> There were vacant shower spots available, but Alice felt uneasy about bathing surrounded by unfamiliar neighbors she had yet to meet. <span class='thought'>Although what am I making up! The other girls are showering and not feeling embarrassed. So why should it bother me? They don't even care about me at all!</span> [[Calm down and shower|BadMorning_Shower_1]]

Calming down, the girl started to wash herself. <img src="images/shower_alice.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="80%"/> The warm streams of water were soothing and relaxing. <img src="images/shower_alice_back.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="80%"/> After a few minutes, her bliss was interrupted by a painful slap on her butt. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div> [[Turn around|BadMorning_Shower_2]]

Alice quickly turned around and met Roxy's gaze. <img src="images/shower_roxy.png" alt="Roxy in the shower" width="80%"/> She was holding a rolled-up towel and smirking. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good morning, rebel!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What kind of stupid jokes are these!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What jokes? I promised you a worthy punishment yesterday. And here's the perfect opportunity. Come on, face the wall and stick out your butt! I'm just getting started.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Are you completely crazy?</div></div> Alice was stunned by such audacity. <span class='thought'>Does this psycho really think I'll let her spank me?</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't waste time, rebel! I've decided that for yesterday's stunt, you'll get twenty towel strikes on your behind. Ten for each butt cheek. So come on, get into position and count loudly. Otherwise, I'll lose count and we'll have to start all over again.</div></div> Alice looked around for an escape route. Unluckily, Roxy was blocking her only path to the door. <span class='thought'>Should I try to slip past her?</span> However, remembering how easily Roxy caught her yesterday, the girl decided to discard this idea. [[Continue|BadMorning_Shower_3]]

Other girls began to gather around them, watching what was happening. <img src="images/shower_other_girls.png" alt="Girls in the shower" width="100%"/> <span class='thought'>Really, what am I thinking? I just need to ask for help.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Girls, help me calm down this psycho! She's attacking me.</div></div> Roxy turned to the neighbors and smiled. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well? Anyone want to calm me down?</div></div> Some girls turned away, not wanting to get involved in a fight. Others, on the contrary, came closer. - Who is this anyway? - one of them asked. - I haven't seen her before. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">This is our newcomer. She checked in last night. And immediately started to assert her rights.</div></div> - A newcomer, huh... And with an attitude. Oh, I feel we're going to have some fun! <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yeah. We'll start having fun right now! Well, how long do I have to wait? Stick out your butt!</div></div> Alice looked around in horror. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Girls, please don't!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Here's the deal, either you stay in position yourself and get limited to a couple dozen strikes, or you'll be held down. But then I'll have fun until I get bored.</div></div> Alice pressed her back against the wall and looked around again. Now several girls were blocking her way. <span class='thought'>Damn... Maybe I should scream? Although I haven't seen anyone in the building except students. I should have run while I had even a slight chance. Or should I still risk it? The door is just a few steps away.</span> [[Try to escape|BadMorning_Escape]] [[Submit to Roxy|BadMorning_Submit]]

Deciding not to anger Roxy, Alice turned to face the wall, exposing her defenseless bottom. <span class='thought'>Better to endure a little than find out what else might come into her sick head. And the others... Bitches! I hoped to find new friends here. And they... Just stand and watch as I'm humiliated!</span> Resentment and anger overwhelmed Alice. <span class='thought'>Well, I'll remember this!</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why are you standing like a post? Hands on the wall! Stick your butt out!</div></div> [[Get into position|BadMorning_Submit_2]]

Thinking of plans for revenge, the Alice obeyed. <img src="images/shower_alice_against_wall.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not like that, you idiot! Spread your legs! Wider! There... And arch your lower back!</div></div> <span class='thought'>Damn pervert! How humiliating this is!</span> [[Stick out butt|BadMorning_Submit_3]]

Alice slightly changed her position. <img src="images/shower_alice_bend_over.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="100%"/> The girl perfectly understood that in this position, she was not only exposing her bottom to strikes but also giving an excellent view of her intimate areas to anyone who wanted to look. And judging by the chuckles coming from behind her, the spectators appreciated the view. <img src="images/shower_alice_bend_close_up.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="100%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's better... Come on, start counting!</div></div> There was a whistle of the towel, and Alice's bottom was seared with a sharp pain. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaouch!</div></div> Alice jumped and grabbed her buttock. It felt like her skin had been doused with boiling water. Several of the watching girls laughed. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Did I allow you to move? I said stand still and count. I'll forgive you this time, but next time I'll add another ten strikes. Now quickly get back into position!</div></div> Groaning, Alice turned back to the wall and arched her back. [[Continue|BadMorning_Submit_4]]

Whistle... This time the strike burned the other half of her unfortunate bottom. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaaah!</div></div> With great effort, she managed to stay on her feet. Remembering, she quickly shouted: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Twoooo!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's better.</div></div> Roxy spanked her skillfully and unhurriedly. She made uneven intervals between strikes, forcing the girl to freeze and tense up in anticipation of pain. And each of her strikes was strong, sharp, and hit the target precisely. After just a few minutes, Alice couldn't hold back her screams. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaaah! Enough!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">We're only halfway through what you deserve!</div></div> [[Continue|BadMorning_Submit_5]]

And again, a whistle... A couple of times Roxy stepped aside to wet the dried towel. Alice had never thought that a strike from a simple piece of wet fabric could be so painful. But in Roxy's skilled and strong hands, the towel worked like a whip, burning her skin again and again. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Please, stop!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Stand still and count! Or I'll add another ten!</div></div> <span class='thought'>Another ten strikes... I can't take it!</span> Tears were streaming down the girl's cheeks. Finally, she cried out in a hoarse voice the coveted number: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Twenty!</div></div> [[Continue|BadMorning_Submit_6]]

Slumping to the floor, Alice burst into tears. <img src="images/shower_alice_cry.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="100%"/> <span class='thought'>God, it hurts so much! I won't be able to sit for a week!</span> [[Check your bottom|BadMorning_Submit_7]]

Arching her back, Alice looked at her bottom. It was uniformly red and swollen. <img src="images/shower_alice_spanked_ass.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="100%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I hope you've learned your lesson.</div></div> Roxy tossed the towel aside and turned to her neighbors. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, girls? How did you like the show?</div></div> - You did a great job as always, Roxy! - one of the girls laughed. - Her ass looks like a ripe tomato. <span class='thought'>As always?</span> Alice's thoughts caught on these words. <span class='thought'>Does that mean she regularly abuses other girls?</span> She carefully touched her swollen bottom. <span class='thought'>Well... How many times has she done this already?</span> Alice thought that many girls before her had stood in the same humiliating position and counted strikes on their own bottoms. For some reason, this made her feel less offended. But it made her scared. <span class='thought'>Where have I ended up? How can I live and study here when they can abuse me like this? And what should I do? Complain to the teachers?</span> However, something told her that if the teachers cared about this, they would have long ago stopped Roxy's antics. But she seems to feel like she's in complete control here. [[Continue|BadMorning_Submit_8]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, is it breakfast time?</div></div> - Exactly! Time to go to the cafeteria! - other girls supported. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You come too, rebel. We'll sit, have a meal.</div></div> Roxy laughed, and the others joined in her joke. - Yeah! We'll sit, she'll stand. - Indeed, she won't want to sit for a long time now! Accompanied by laughter and playful banter, Roxy exited the shower room, her arms casually draped around two girls. Alice's pain-clouded consciousness still noted that Roxy's hands were positioned much lower than where the girls' waists ended. <img src="images/shower_hand_on_ass.png" alt="Hand on butt" width="80%"/> <span class='thought'>That's a bit too intimate for friendship...</span> Moving slowly and groaning, Alice also headed to the changing room. Life goes on, and she hasn't had a bite to eat since yesterday. <span class='thought'>Only I'll really have to eat breakfast standing up.</span> <<silently>> <<run setup.finish_scene("bad_morning", "submit")>> <</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Continue|loc_alice_room]] <</if>>

Pushing off from the wall, Alice rushed towards the shower door. Roxy tried to grab her, but the girl's body, still wet from the water, slipped out of her hands. <span class='thought'>Just a couple more steps, and...</span> But one of the girls standing behind her tormentor tripped her up. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div> Alice slipped and fell on the wet floor. <img src="images/shower_alice_fall.png" alt="Alice fell" width="80%"/> She tried to get up, but Roxy had already stepped on her back, pinning her to the floor. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Where do you think you're running?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Let me go!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Stay down!</div></div> Roxy pressed harder on the girl. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I offered to do this the easy way, but you're being difficult again. Hold her down, girls!</div></div> [[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_2]]

Two girls rushed to Alice and stretched her out on the floor, pressing her arms and legs down with all their weight. The girl sitting on her arms painfully pressed her knees into Alice's shoulders, and Alice's head was trapped between her legs. <img src="images/shower_holding_hands.png" alt="Girls' hands holding Alice" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No! Let me go!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course, we'll let you go. We just need to teach you a little lesson first. You're still too wild. How many strikes did I promise you? Twenty?</div></div> Alice remained silent, but her eyes were literally glowing with anger. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, now you won't get off so easily. And I think I'll use something more interesting than a towel.</div></div> She whispered something to one of the girls, who smirked and left the shower room. [[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_3]]

A couple of minutes later, she returned holding a jump rope. Roxy took it and swung it in the air a couple of times. The rubberized cord cut through the air with a frightening whistle. In anticipation of the fun, Roxy stood next to Alice. <img src="images/shower_roxy_rope.png" alt="Roxy holding the jump rope" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Have you ever been whipped with a jump rope? No? Mmm... Trust me, it's an unforgettable experience. You'll see now!</div></div> Standing up, she twirled the jump rope in the air and landed its tip on the girl's bottom. The strike didn't seem strong or fast, but Alice screamed out loud from the pain. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaaaaah!</div></div> It felt like the jump rope had torn the skin off her bottom, although only a red stripe remained at the point of impact. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">How do you like it?</div></div> The girl struggled to squeeze out the words: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It hurts! Please, no more!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">So you liked it!</div></div> Roxy swung again and delivered the next strike a little lower than the previous one. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaauch! Nooo! Stop!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">We've only just begun!</div></div> [[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_4]]

Roxy gently stroked Alice's bottom, watching as the marks from the jump rope flared up. <img src="images/shower_butt_mark.png" alt="Jump rope marks" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Please, stop! What do you want from me?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You know, the stripes suit you! I think I'll turn you into a real zebra.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, please don't!</div></div> The tormentor delivered the next strike. Alice howled in pain, and then burst into cursing. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Bitch! Crazy fool! Are you completely insane?!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now, that's too much.</div></div> Roxy twirled the jump rope in the air, making a whistling sound. The girl flinched in fear but continued to curse. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You monster! I'll never forgive you for this!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Like I need your forgiveness. But you know...</div></div> She leaned over the girl and looked into her eyes, wet with tears and anger. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I really don't like being insulted. So I'll have to occupy that dirty mouth of yours with something appropriate.</div></div> She turned to her friends and smiled. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Girls, bring something to stuff this mouth. I think you'll find something suitable in the dirty laundry basket.</div></div> [[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_5]]

A couple of girls left the shower and returned with a pile of colorful fabric pieces. Looking closer, Alice realized that they were girls' panties. <img src="images/shower_heap_of_panties.png" alt="Pile of panties" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Very convenient! You won't be able to curse anymore and you'll get acquainted with the taste of our pussies. You'd better get used to it quickly.</div></div> She began to stuff the panties into the mouth of the resisting Alice. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Wait, a couple more will definitely fit...</div></div> When she finished, the girl's mouth was so tightly packed with girls' underwear, that she could barely breathe. <img src="images/shower_panty_gag.png" alt="Panty gag" width="50%"/> There was no way to spit out such a gag. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Excellent! Now let's continue.</div></div> Roxy picked up the jump rope again. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm!</div></div> [[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_6]]

Each strike was wildly painful, and Alice kept moaning in pain. Roxy fulfilled her promise and methodically whipped the girl, delivering each strike slightly to the side of the previous one. The jump rope landed not only on her bottom but also on her back and thighs. The tender white skin alternated with swollen red stripes from the strikes. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">It turned out pretty cute!</div></div> Roxy stepped back, admiring her work. <img src="images/shower_zebra.png" alt="Alice after the whipping" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What do you think, girls?</div></div> - A real zebra! - one of the girls laughed. Alice cried silently. All her skin from neck to heels was on fire. - It's missing a tail! - one of the girls noticed. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yes, indeed.</div></div> [[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_7]]

Roxy licked the handle of the jump rope and began to push it into Alice's butt. <img src="images/shower_whipped_insert.png" alt="Jump rope in the bottom" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm!</div></div> The plastic handle was too thick for the girl's virgin anus, and she moaned in pain again. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yeah, come on, clench those cheeks! The harder you squeeze them, the more fun it is for me!</div></div> Realizing that her efforts were only making things worse, Alice tried to relax, but it didn't help much. The handle went in tightly and very painfully. Several times Roxy pulled it out, spat on the tip, and drove it back into Alice's bottom. Eventually, this piece of plastic completely disappeared into the girl's intestines. Only the rubber cord was sticking out of the tightened anus. <img src="images/shower_tail.png" alt="Tail" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now that's what we need! We have stripes, we have a tail.</div></div> Roxy tugged on the cord sticking out of the girl's bottom. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Perfect! The job is done! Now we can go to breakfast!</div></div> Cheerfully discussing what had happened, the girls left the shower room. [[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_End]]

Carefully getting on all fours and trying not to disturb her tortured skin, Alice began to remove the girls' panties from her mouth. <span class='thought'>Just how many did she stuff in there!</span> Finally, she spat out the last panties and lay exhausted on the wet floor of the shower. <img src="images/shower_alice_after.png" alt="Alice lying on the floor" width="80%"/> Her skin was hurting, and the jump rope handle in her bottom uncomfortably pressed on her insides. <span class='thought'>How painful this all is!</span> Now she pondered the bigger problem. <span class='thought'>I need to get this damn jump rope out of my bottom!</span> She pulled on the cord, but her tightened anus firmly held the handle inside her. <span class='thought'>Damn, this is so unpleasant! What if the handle breaks off? How will I get it out then?</span> Frightened by this thought, Alice began to strain and finally managed to extract the foreign object from her bottom. With difficulty, the girl made her way to one of the faucets, turned on the cold water, and put her striped skin under the icy streams. After a couple of minutes, the pain dulled, and she was able to go out to the changing room. After such a whipping, she wouldn't be able to sit, let alone sleep, on anything but her stomach. <<silently>> <<run setup.finish_scene("bad_morning", "resisted")>> <</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Continue|loc_alice_room]] <</if>>

<img src="images/dorm_building.png" alt="Dormitory" width="80%" /> The dormitory turned out to be an old brick building. Upon entering, Alice was surprised by the absence of a superintendent or any staff. <span class='thought'>Strange... I guess they think students can figure everything out on their own. So I'll have to check in by myself. Now, which room do I need?</span> The girl quickly glanced at the invitation letter. That's right! Room four. Looking at the signs, she walked down one of the corridors. [[Go to room 4|MeetRoxy]]

Alice was already heading towards the right door when suddenly an unknown girl blocked her path. <img src="images/roxy_grumpy.png" alt="Grumpy girl" width="50%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What are you doing here?</div></div> Wow... The stranger's appearance was impressive. Tall, sturdy, with brightly dyed hair. And she was wearing tiny shorts and a crop top. <span class='thought'>Hmm... Is it even allowed to walk around the university campus dressed like that?</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey! Are you deaf? Get out of here!</div></div> [[Continue|dorm_check_1]]

<span class='thought'>Maybe I'm in the wrong place?</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Uh... I'm a student, looking for the dormitory. Can you tell me where it is?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">A student?</div></div> The girl carefully looked Alice over. <span class='thought'>I don't like her gaze. It's kind of... appraising.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, if you're a student, then check in. What's your name?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Alice.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I'm Roxy. I'm sort of the dorm leader here. But you've got a problem, Alice. We don't have any free rooms. So you'll have to stay here for now.</div></div> She flung open a door without a number. [[Look inside|Dorm_CheckIn_Inside]]

<img src="images/bg_dark_room.png" alt="Closet" width="80%" /> It turned out to be some kind of closet, filled with junk and old furniture. [[Well, okay, if there are no other options.|Dorm_CheckIn_Inside_Agree]] [[But my letter says room number 4!|Dorm_CheckIn_Inside_Disagree]]

<<run setup.update_relationships(5, 0, 0, 0)>> <img src="images/roxy_top.png" alt="Roxy" width="80%" /> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's a good girl! I like obedient ones.</div></div> Roxy looked Alice over once more and disappeared behind the door of one of the rooms. The girl examined the shabby room. <span class='thought'>How long will I have to live here? I need to figure out how to move to a normal room. It can't be that there are no free rooms in the dormitory! After all, my letter says that the university provides a room. And even the number is specified!</span> With these thoughts, Alice began to settle in for the night. [[Sleep until morning|GoodMorning]] [[Wait for night and move to your room|Room4]]

<<run setup.update_relationships(-5, 0, 0, 0)>> <img src="images/roxy_top_grumpy.png" alt="Roxy" width="80%" /> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">So stubborn... I told you - there are no rooms available! Either live here or get lost.</div></div> Alice tried to squeeze past Roxy to the door of her room. But Roxy intercepted the girl and forcibly shoved her into the closet. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What, you think you're so slick? I can quickly explain your place to you.</div></div> <div id="dorm_check_in_inside_disagree"> <<link "Stay in the closet">> <<replace "#dorm_check_in_inside_disagree">> Making sure that Alice wasn't trying to escape, Roxy slammed the door shut from the outside. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">See you later, rebel!</div></div> <span class='thought'>I probably shouldn't stick my head out for now. Tomorrow I'll figure out what's going on here. And why my room is occupied. Or?..</span> [[Sleep until morning|GoodMorning]] [[Wait for night and move to your room|Room4]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Try to break free again">> <<replace "#dorm_check_in_inside_disagree">> <<run setup.update_relationships(-5, 0, 0, 0)>> Unfortunately, Roxy was much stronger. Knocking the Alice onto her back, she stepped on her, pinning her to the floor. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Look at how stubborn you are! Should I teach you a lesson right now, or save the fun for tomorrow?</div></div> For a couple of seconds, she thought, examining the helpless girl lying in front of her. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Alright, I'll deal with you later. But don't expect to get away with this. I just haven't come up with a worthy punishment yet.</div></div> Removing her foot from the girl, Roxy left the closet, slamming the door behind her. <span class='thought'>What a bitch! Well, never mind, I'll sort this out. I'm supposed to have a room, so I'll live in it, not in this dump.</span> With these thoughts, Alice began to settle in for the night. [[Sleep until morning|BadMorning]] [[Wait for night and move to your room|Room4]] <</replace>> <</link>> </div>

Having made up her mind, the girl carefully opened the dining room door and stuck her head inside. ...And immediately met Roxy's gaze. <img src="images/good_morning_roxy.png" alt="Roxy in the dining room" width="80%"/> She was sitting right across from the door and clearly waiting for Alice to peek inside. As soon as she noticed the girl, Roxy exclaimed to the whole hall: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh! Here's our newcomer! What's your name again?.. Alice! Come in, we've been waiting for you!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I... I can't right now...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why not? What are you so shy about? I have something for you here.</div></div> With these words, Roxy pulled out a backpack from under the table. <span class='thought'>That's mine! She must have stolen my clothes too! What a bitch...</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh well. If you're such a shy one... Girls, help her out.</div></div> A couple of girls sitting at the table with Roxy stood up and headed towards Alice. <span class='thought'>Phew! At least the problem is somewhat solved. Now I'll get dressed, have breakfast, and then deal with all these idiotic jokes. I need to get my things back from Roxy. And find out why and by whom my room is occupied. I don't want to sleep in the closet for a second night!</span> Making plans for the day, Alice somehow didn't realize that the approaching girls weren't carrying any clothes for her. Noticing the grins on their faces, she suspected something was wrong, but didn't have time to react. Two pairs of hands skillfully grabbed her and dragged her into the dining room. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aah! Let me go! What are you doing?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">We're not doing anything, sweetie. I'm just going to introduce you to your new friends. It's kind of impolite, you moved in yesterday and haven't met anyone yet.</div></div> Roxy persistently pretended that nothing unusual was happening. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Here, girls, this is our new friend Alice.</div></div> [[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_1]]

She solemnly pointed at the naked girl, awkwardly trying to cover her intimate parts with her hands. <img src="images/good_morning_alice_ashamed.png" alt="Alice naked in the dining room" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What do you think of her? In my opinion, she's a bit skinny, but quite pretty. But I think we'll help her. Proper nutrition and a healthy lifestyle will turn her into a real beauty.</div></div> Alice looked around nervously. It seemed that one of her nightmares had come true - being naked in a crowded place. She had these nightmares several times, and always woke up in terror with her heart pounding. And now it was happening in reality. <span class='thought'>If only this were a dream! I wish I could wake up in my bed and realize that all this was just a nightmare!</span> Alas. This was reality. [[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_2]]

She was standing completely naked in the center of the dining room, surrounded by her new neighbors. Some buried their noses in their plates and pretended hard not to notice anything. Others looked at her with curiosity. A separate group of girls, sitting at the same table as Roxy, laughed and openly enjoyed the spectacle. They loudly discussed Alice and laughed at her situation. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Her tits are so small!</div></div> - Come on, her tits are fine! - another girl objected. - You just don't consider anything smaller than a D-cup as breasts. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Well, I have the right to!</div></div> She laughed and shook her prominent bust, squeezed into a tight top. <img src="images/good_morning_boobs_girl.png" alt="Busty girl" width="80%"/> [[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_3]]

- But look how shy she is. She's all red already! Alice's face indeed was flushed with shame. Not only was she standing naked in front of a bunch of strangers, but they were also vulgarly discussing her. And the most frustrating thing was that no one. NO ONE! rebuked these insolent brats. Alice caught a couple of sympathetic glances, but no one stood up for her. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Girls, what's wrong with you? Let our new friend tell us about herself. Where are you from, Alice? What are you into? What's your hobby? What kind of guys do you like?</div></div> The girl, burning with shame, stood silently, ignoring the questions. Roxy got up from the table and came closer. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why aren't you saying anything? I'm curious! I think we're all interested in getting to know you better. Right, girls?</div></div> The cronies at her table actively supported her. - Yeah, come on, tell us! - Especially about the guys! - one of them laughed. - What type do you prefer? How many have you had? - Or are you into girls? Come on, don't be shy! - She's definitely into girls! Look how she's blushing! <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Truly! Why are you so shy, Alice? We're all friends here!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I...</div></div> The girl gathered her courage and blurted out: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Please, give me back my clothes. I'm very uncomfortable standing like this...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What's so uncomfortable about it? I'm telling you, we're all friends here!</div></div> <span class='thought'>How can twenty-something strangers be "friends" to me? Damn, when will this humiliation end?</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What a modest girl we have here! She's even shy to show her tits. Look!</div></div> [[Look at Roxy|GoodMorning_Canteen_4]]

Roxy trippingly pulled off her top and threw it aside. Her shorts and panties followed. After that, Roxy climbed onto the table, showing off her muscular body to everyone. <img src="images/good_morning_roxy_nude.png" alt="Roxy on the table" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">See? Do you think this bothers me even a little bit? Or do you think anyone's against it? Hey, girls, is anyone here against our little striptease?</div></div> The only response was approving shouts from her friends. One of them even blew Roxy an air kiss. If any of the other students were against it, they preferred to stay silent. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well? Are you more comfortable now?</div></div> To her surprise, Alice realized that she did indeed feel calmer. She was still burning with shame, but the fact that she wasn't the only one standing naked in the middle of the dining room made the situation less shocking. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now get your breakfast and sit at the table.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't want to... Can I just go?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">No, you can't. I told you that you need healthy nutrition.</div></div> <span class='thought'>Okay, I'll just get something and eat. At least this way I'll attract less attention.</span> [[Take food|GoodMorning_Canteen_5]]

Approaching the table with dishes, Alice put something on her plate, not really bothering with the choice. Then she hurriedly sat down at an empty table. <img src="images/good_morning_alice_eating.png" alt="Alice eating" width="80%"/> Two unfamiliar girls sat on either side of Alice, depriving her of the opportunity to escape from the table. <img src="images/good_morning_three_girls_sitting.png" alt="View of three girls" width="80%"/> And Roxy sat down opposite Alice. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Enjoy your meal!</div></div> Deciding not to anger this strange girl any further, Alice forced out: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Thank you.</div></div> She calmed down a bit and started eating. The breakfast turned out to be delicious, and the girls sitting on either side shielded her nakedness from prying eyes. Only Roxy was openly staring at her breasts and smiling brazenly. <span class='thought'>Well, let her. After all, she's sitting naked too. So we're on equal terms.</span> Her treacherous mind immediately suggested that Roxy had undressed herself, of her own free will. While Alice was first left without clothes, and then roughly dragged into the dining room. And they even deliberately put her on display for everyone to see. <span class='thought'>Okay, I have to live with them in the dorm for the next few years. And shower in the communal bathroom. I'll see them all naked a hundred more times. And they'll see me too. And there's nothing terrible about it.</span> Alice continued to reassure herself, but the voice of logic in her head mercilessly noted that showering is one thing, and being displayed naked like a doll in a sex shop is something completely different. And such a first impression is unlikely to improve her relationship with her new neighbors. [[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_6]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Tasty?</div></div> Alice was distracted from her thoughts and was about to answer, but then she felt Roxy stroking her ankle with her foot. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Uhh...</div></div> The girl was confused by the unexpected touch. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Go on, eat, don't get distracted!</div></div> Roxy continued to stroke her leg under the table. Alice tucked her legs under the bench, trying to escape the unwanted caresses. But Roxy just slid higher. Now her foot was gently stroking the girl's knee. <img src="images/good_morning_knee.png" alt="Roxy stroking Alice's knee" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Stop...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't like it.</div></div> Roxy smiled. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You're just not used to it.</div></div> Alice tensed at her words. <span class='thought'>Not used to what? To a brazen girl molesting me with her foot under the table? While sitting naked in a dining room full of people? I don't think I want to get used to that.</span> [[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_7]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Relax, you'll like it.</div></div> Roxy tried to push her foot between Alice's thighs, but she clenched her knees tightly, not letting her in. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I said, relax!</div></div> Alice just shook her head negatively. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Looks like you need some help.</div></div> She winked at the girls sitting on either side of Alice, and they firmly grabbed her knees and began to pull them apart. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't be afraid, everything will be fine.</div></div> <span class='thought'>Damn, what should I do? Scream? Will that help? After all, no one stood up for me when these bitches dragged me naked to the middle of the hall.</span> Alice continued to clench her knees with all her might, while the girls were still trying to spread them. Suddenly, one of them painfully pinched Alice's nipple. <img src="images/good_morning_nipple_pinch.png" alt="Nipple pinch" width="50%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div> From the unexpected pain, Alice lost concentration for a second, and her legs were immediately spread wide apart. <img src="images/good_morning_spread_legs.png" alt="Caresses under the table" width="80%"/> She no longer had the strength to close them back. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's much better!</div></div> [[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_8]]

Roxy's foot slid higher up Alice's thigh. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Roxy, please stop!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">No, I'm just getting started!</div></div> Alice tried to move back. But Roxy's friends were holding her knees firmly, not allowing her to move from her spot. Looking down, she saw the neatly pedicured toes approaching her pussy. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You have such soft skin... I like it.</div></div> Roxy pressed her foot against the girl's crotch. <img src="images/good_morning_touch_pussy.png" alt="Caresses under the table" width="80%"/> Alice tried to press her butt more tightly against the bench, but the girls sitting on either side didn't allow her to do so. They squeezed Alice between them, lifting her up slightly. Now Roxy could reach her most intimate parts. [[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_9]]

And she immediately took advantage of this, starting to play with the girl's pussy. <img src="images/good_morning_toe_insert.png" alt="Caresses under the table" width="80%"/> Alice realized that in a couple more minutes, this pervert would stick her toe into her vagina and fuck her right in the middle of the dining room. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Roxy, please stop. I don't want it like this...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">No? How do you want it then?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I just don't want it. Why are you doing this? Do you really like it?</div></div> Roxy smirked. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh, yes! I love this!</div></div> She put her hand under the table and obviously started pleasuring herself. And her big toe continued to slide between Alice's lips. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, no, no! Don't put it inside!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You want to deprive me of the most exciting pleasure?</div></div> Her toe began to press harder, trying to penetrate inside. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't! It will hurt!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Trust me, it will feel very good.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">There's... Ouch! A nail!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That makes it even more interesting...</div></div> Roxy stopped trying to impale the girl on her toe and just started caressing her pussy. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, okay. I can be kind today. But what will I get in return?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">If I do as you want, then you have to do as I want.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What do you mean?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Get under the table.</div></div> Alice froze at such a proposal. Roxy's toe immediately began to press on her pussy again. <span class='thought'>Damn, damn, damn! What a choice.</span> Alice had no experience with lesbian relationships. She had seen a couple of movies, but they seemed more boring than exciting to her. But what Roxy was doing now seemed like complete madness. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay, I agree.</div></div> [[Get under the table|GoodMorning_Canteen_10]]

Alice carefully slid off the bench under the table. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now lick! With all your passion!</div></div> Resigned to the situation, Alice tried to approach Roxy's pussy. But she pressed her foot against Alice's face and pushed her away slightly. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">How eager! Going straight for the tastiest part. You haven't earned that yet. Lick what I give you!</div></div> Alice didn't immediately understand what Roxy wanted. But she continued to rub her foot on the girl's face. <span class='thought'>Does she want me to lick her... foot?</span> The thought seemed strange, but that's clearly what she meant. Alice timidly stuck out her tongue and ran it along Roxy's foot. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good girl. Just like that, slow and gentle. And suck on the toes. They're all covered in your juices.</div></div> <span class='thought'>This... this... This seems even more humiliating!</span> But it was too late to argue, and she began to lick and suck Roxy's toes. <img src="images/good_morning_foot_lick.png" alt="Alice licking Roxy's toes" width="80%"/> They were indeed covered with natural lubricant from her pussy. It was strange and somehow... wrong. The girl had never thought she would have to taste her own pussy. Especially in such an unusual way. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Mmmm, yes, just like that!</div></div> [[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_11]]

Alice saw Roxy continue to pleasure herself, while she licked her foot. <img src="images/good_morning_roxy_fingering.png" alt="Roxy pleasuring herself" width="80%"/> It was cramped and uncomfortable under the table. Roxy was pressing her foot against her face, not allowing her to move forward. So the girl's butt was sticking out defenseless on the other side of the table. And the girls sitting there didn't miss such an opportunity. They began to gently stroke Alice's cheeks. <img src="images/good_morning_two_hands.png" alt="Two girls caressing Alice" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh, don't!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't get distracted.</div></div> Roxy shoved her toes into her mouth, forcing her to be quiet. [[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_12]]

And the girls continued to misbehave on the other side. At first, they gently stroked her butt, getting closer and closer to her crotch. Then one of them slightly slid her fingers along her folds. And again... And now they were caressing her with four hands, simultaneously stroking her buns, playing with her lips, and pressing on the tight ring of her anus. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm...</div></div> Alice tried to voice her objection, but found herself silenced by Roxy's toes filling her mouth. After a few minutes, the girl caressing her crotch removed her hand. But before Alice could rejoice that they had left her alone, she felt breath on her pussy... [[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_13]]

A second later, a skillful tongue began to actively lick her labia. <img src="images/good_morning_pussy_licking.png" alt="Girl licking Alice" width="80%"/> <span class='thought'>Oh... How arousing this is. Why is she doing this?</span> The place, position, and situation as a whole were so unnatural that the girl's attempts to make her cum seemed absurd. But the tongue working in her pussy was so experienced and inventive that the excitement grew with each second. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Aaaarrrr!</div></div> Distracted by her own feelings, Alice had almost forgotten about Roxy, mechanically licking and sucking on her toes. And Roxy's sharp cry as she reached orgasm came as a surprise to her. The girl pleasuring Alice began to lick her pussy even more actively. <span class='thought'>Aaauuuyyy! I can't take it anymore!</span> A hot wave washed over Alice, and she moaned with pleasure. The girl licking her slowed down but didn't stop, prolonging Alice's orgasm. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaah...</div></div> Finally, Alice fell exhausted to the floor. [[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_14]]

For a couple of minutes, she lay there, coming to her senses. And only then did thoughts start to form in her head. It suddenly dawned on her that for the last few minutes, both Roxy and she herself had been loudly moaning and screaming. This surely attracted the attention of everyone around. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey! Are you alive down there? Come out!</div></div> She didn't want to crawl out from under the table. Alice couldn't imagine how she would look her neighbors in the eye now. But sitting here was even worse and more foolish. [[Crawl out|GoodMorning_Canteen_15]]

So she carefully crawled out. And immediately saw a group of girls watching her with interest. Many had already left the dining room. Some still pretended not to notice anything. But these girls clearly decided not to pass by. <img src="images/good_morning_smiling_girls.png" alt="Smiling girls" width="80%"/> - You've got a great ass! - one of them commented. Then Alice realized that they hadn't just noticed what happened, but had specifically positioned themselves comfortably to observe the show in all its details. They had been sitting there the whole time, admiring her charms sticking out from under the table. And watching how a girl she didn't know skillfully brought her to orgasm with her tongue. Alice turned bright red. Noticing this, Roxy laughed. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Look at that! She's still shy!</div></div> - Maybe we should continue her initiation? - one of her friends suggested with a greedy smile. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on. That's enough for her today. But we'll definitely continue another time. She has such a sweet mouth!</div></div> Roxy hugged the stunned Alice, pulled her close, and passionately kissed her lips. Then she laughed and, without getting dressed, left the dining room. Her friends followed her. [[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_16]]

Alice stood there, shocked by what had happened and by her words. <span class='thought'>Does this mean they're going to keep harassing me? I don't want that!</span> But the echoes of her intense orgasm told her that it wasn't so bad. <span class='thought'>No! This is disgusting, wrong, and humiliating! And I won't agree to this again!</span> Alice decisively picked up her things and began to quickly get dressed. The same treacherous inner voice suggested to her that Roxy didn't really need her consent. But she tried not to think about it and left the dining room, trying not to look at the few girls still sitting at the tables. <<silently>> <<run setup.finish_scene("good_morning", "main")>> <</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Continue|loc_alice_room]] <</if>>

<img src="images/good_morning_alice_sleeping.png" alt="Alice sleeping" width="80%" /> Alice slept poorly. The evening incident with the room had greatly spoiled her mood. And lying on a pile of old clothes wasn't very pleasant either. So she woke up late, unrested and exhausted. <span class='thought'>A shower! The best way to come to my senses is a shower.</span> With this thought, she went out into the corridor and set off to find the bathroom. [[Continue|GoodMorning_Shower]]

Passing by a door labeled "Dining Room", the girl heard noise and loud conversations. <span class='thought'>Looks like I almost overslept breakfast... I need to shower quickly and run for food. What if they not only lack rooms here, but breakfast isn't available for everyone?</span> Such gloomy thoughts made the girl's stomach growl, and she quickened her pace. [[Continue|GoodMorning_Shower_Common]]

The shower was found at the end of the corridor. A small room in front of it served as a changing room for the girls. After undressing and leaving her things there, Alice went into the shower. To her surprise, instead of separate stalls, there was a common space with many showerheads protruding from the wall. <span class='thought'>How inconvenient this is! Good thing no one's here now. I would be very uncomfortable standing naked in front of strangers.</span> <img src="images/good_morning_shower.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="80%" /> After quickly washing up, Alice returned to the changing room. <span class='thought'>I hope breakfast isn't over yet. I need to hurry.</span> [[Continue|GoodMorning_Shower_Change]]

She looked around for her clothes. <span class='thought'>I thought I left them right here... Did I get distracted and put my things somewhere else?</span> She checked all the open shelves, but found nothing. [[Check the lockers|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Locker]]

<img src="images/good_morning_in_changing_locker.png" alt="Alice in the locker" width="80%"/> The girl checked each door. But they were all either locked or there was nothing behind them. [[Check under the bench|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Bench]]

<img src="images/good_morning_in_changing_under_bench.png" alt="Alice under the bench" width="80%"/> Alice even looked under the bench. But her things were nowhere to be found. No clothes, no towel. Even her slippers were gone. <span class='thought'>What kind of stupid jokes are these! I've heard about all sorts of pranks, but this is too much! I can't go out into the corridor naked, can I?</span> She searched the changing room and shower once more for anything she could cover herself with. <span class='thought'>Damn, if only someone had left a towel!</span> Unfortuantely, she couldn't find anything. [[Peek into the corridor|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Corridor]]

<img src="images/good_morning_in_changing_corridor.png" alt="Alice in the corridor" width="80%"/> She peeked into the corridor looking for the pranksters who had taken her things. But there was no one there. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey! Stop joking! I know you can hear me! Give me back my clothes!</div></div> Silence. Only the voices of girls having breakfast could still be heard from the dining room doors. <span class='thought'>Well, okay. If there are no other options... After all, it's a women's dormitory, there are no guys here, so nothing terrible. I just need to run to my room, and there I'll get a change of clothes. And then I'll find these pranksters and have a good talk with them. Or I'll complain to the teachers.</span> With these thoughts, she ran down the corridor towards the closet where her things were left. [[Run|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Room]]

<img src="images/good_morning_running.png" alt="Alice running naked" width="80%"/> Alice expected one of the room doors to open and the troublemakers who had staged this prank to appear. <span class='thought'>Probably better not to show that this situation embarrassed me. Otherwise, I won't get rid of the mockery later. Although I doubt I'll be able to maintain a proud look while standing naked in the middle of the corridor.</span> However, not a single door opened, and no one jumped out at her. Safely reaching the closet, Alice discovered... [[Continue|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Room_Empty]]

That the things she had left there had also disappeared. Moreover, everything that could be used to cover herself had been removed from the room. Even the pile of old clothes Alice had slept on at night was gone. <span class='thought'>Well, this is too much!</span> Making her run naked down the corridor was already a cruel joke. But leaving her without any clothes at all - this is something beyond adequacy. In confusion, Alice sat down on the floor in the empty room. [[Continue|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Room_Empty_Sit]]

<img src="images/good_morning_sitting_on_floor.png" alt="Alice sitting on the floor" width="80%"/> <span class='thought'>And what to do now? Run around naked in the rooms and ask who stole my clothes? Although... I could just go into the nearest room, explain the situation and ask for something to wear temporarily. I think the girls will understand and help. And then I'll look for the prankster who did this. It must be that bitch Roxy from yesterday!</span> With a determined look, Alice went back out into the corridor and knocked on the door of the nearest room. Silence. No one answered her. <span class='thought'>They're probably still at breakfast.</span> Just in case, she tried the door, but it was locked. Approaching the next door, Alice knocked again. And again no one answered, and the door wouldn't open. The girl began to worry. When she checked the doors of all the rooms, her worry turned into panic. [[Continue|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Room_Panic]]

<img src="images/good_morning_standing_in_corridor.png" alt="Roxy in the shower" width="80%"/> She stood completely naked in the middle of the dormitory corridor. She can't enter any of the rooms to cover herself with anything. And there are only two doors left she can go to - the exit to the common hall and the dining room. <span class='thought'>The dining room...</span> The thought of appearing naked in front of a crowd of breakfasting neighbors didn't please her. But going out to the common hall is definitely not a good idea. There could be male students, teachers, and completely strangers. <span class='thought'>Damn, what should I do? Sit here and wait? Hide back in the closet where I slept last night? What's the point? I'll have to come out sooner or later anyway. It's better to carefully peek into the dining room. So that it's not visible that I'm naked. And call someone for help. It's unpleasant too, but better than ending up with a bare ass in front of everyone!</span> [[Carefully peek into the dining room|GoodMorning_Canteen]]

After waiting for several hours and making sure no sounds were coming from behind the door, Alice grabbed her things and snuck out of the closet. <span class='thought'>Time to move to a proper place! I'm not going to live in this dump! And I'm certainly not going to listen to this Roxy! Who is she anyway? Just another student like me! There's no reason for her to try to boss me around and set her own rules here!</span> The thought that things might not be so simple was still nagging at the back of her mind. But the girl felt it was better to show some backbone right away and not allow herself to be pushed around. After all, people like Roxy love to find silent victims and then bully them. Just for fun. <span class='thought'>Well, not with me! Those tricks won't work on me!</span> Sneaking up to the door with the coveted number 4, the girl listened carefully. No sounds. <span class='thought'>Well, let's try to open it.</span> The door wasn't locked. <span class='thought'>Perfect!</span> [[Sneak to the room|Room4_1]]

The room turned out to be clean and spacious. With necessary furniture including a twin bed. And, of course, there was no one here. <img src="images/room4_interior.png" alt="Room 4" width="80%"/> <span class='thought'>I knew it! This must be some kind of prank. Or a test for newcomers. Good thing I didn't fall for it! I can imagine how everyone would laugh tomorrow if I had spent the night in the closet!</span> Throwing her things in the corner of the room, Alice stretched out on the comfortable bed. <span class='thought'>Now that's more like it! We'll see tomorrow who'll be laughing at whom!</span> With these thoughts, the girl fell asleep. [[Sleep|Room4_Morning]]

Alice woke up from an unexpected weight suddenly pressing down on her. Opening her eyes, she found Roxy sitting on top of her. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What the...</div></div> The girl wanted to swear but stopped mid-word, realizing that Roxy was completely naked. <img src="images/roxy_topless.png" alt="Roxy" width="50%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, well, well... Who do we have here being so bold?</div></div> Roxy squirmed, making herself more comfortable and pressing the fragile Alice even harder into the bed. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What does all this mean?!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You tell me. Where did I tell you to sleep? Care to explain what you're doing here?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">This is my room! I live here!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">No, this is not your room. You live in the closet. And this is our room for privacy. You know, sometimes girls need to be alone. Or with a friend. ...or with a girlfriend.</div></div> She stared intently into Alice's eyes. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Do you understand what I'm talking about?</div></div> She lifted herself slightly and then dropped down sharply on Alice, making her gasp. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And here I come early in the morning, expecting to have a pleasant time. And lo and behold! The newly arrived freshgirl decided to take over the only single room! So what do you suggest I do?</div></div> <span class='thought'>What an idiotic situation... I need to get rid of her quickly, and then figure things out.</span> [[Continue|Room4_2]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I can switch with someone else if it's so important... Even with you! You can have this room, and I'll live with some roommate, if I must.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">"If you must"? How generous!</div></div> Roxy burst out laughing. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I'm asking you what I should do right now? I had some plans, you know...</div></div> From somewhere behind her back, she pulled out a large pink vibrator and waved it in front of Alice's nose. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well? Any suggestions?</div></div> <span class='thought'>Damn, what's wrong with her?</span> Heavy breathing, a wild gleam in her eyes, and... The stomach that Roxy was pressing her crotch against felt very hot and wet. <span class='thought'>Oh, shit... She's aroused to the point of being crazy! I need to get out of here quickly, or this could go too far!</span> Alice had heard about all kinds of inappropriate relationships in girls' dormitories, but she sincerely considered them to be the fantasies of sexually constipated boys. But the naked Roxy sitting on top of her, waving a vibrator in front of her face and clearly not accidentally rubbing her pussy against her stomach... This was not a fantasy, but a damn crazy reality. A wave of fear and anger washed over her. [[Try to escape|Room4_3]]

Alice jerked, trying to slip out from under the uninvited rider. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Where do you think you're going?</div></div> Roxy only pressed her harder into the bed and slapped her cheek with the vibrator. It didn't hurt, but it was humiliating. <span class='thought'>Calm down, calm down, calm down... I'm in a dormitory, there are plenty of other girls here. I can call for help at any moment.</span> She tried to reason with Roxy in the calmest tone she was capable of right now. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't be silly. You've had your joke, now that's enough. I'm going to scream now, other students will come running, and you'll be in trouble.</div></div> However, Roxy just laughed. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Seriously?</div></div> She turned towards the door and shouted loudly: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey, girls! Help! Someone! Help!</div></div> [[Continue|Room4_4]]

The door immediately swung open, and several girls appeared on the threshold. <img src="images/room4_girls.png" alt="Girls in the room" width="80%"/> They stared in bewilderment at the scene opened up before them. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">We have a newcomer here trying to assert her rights. I suggest we teach her some manners.</div></div> To Alice's horror, the girls smiled and approached the bed. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, where shall we start?</div></div> Realizing that the situation had become even worse, Alice struggled with all her might, trying to break free. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, no, no!</div></div> Somehow she managed to throw Roxy off herself, but the other girls grabbed her and didn't let her run out of the room. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">How agile! Hold her tight!</div></div> A couple of minutes of futile struggle only resulted in Alice becoming exhausted. [[Continue|Room4_5]]

Now she was lying on her back on the bed, with the girls firmly holding her arms and legs, preventing her from moving. <img src="images/alice_on_bed.png" alt="Alice on the bed" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Let's start the fun!</div></div> Roxy sharply yanked Alice's bra, tearing it off the girl. Next, she just as mercilessly tore off her panties. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oww!</div></div> The fabric of the panties painfully dug into the girl's pussy before tearing to shreds. [[Continue|Room4_6]]

<img src="images/alice_nude.png" alt="Alice naked" width="80%"/> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What did you think, that I was joking with you? This is just the beginning. Now you're going to behave like a very good girl. One who REALLY wants to please her friend. And if not...</div></div> Roxy turned on the vibrator and waved it in front of Alice's nose again. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And if not, I'll fuck you with this thing in all your holes! Understood?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I... I...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And believe me, you'll be walking bow-legged for a week after this!</div></div> The frightened Alice examined the toy. <span class='thought'>A couple of inches in diameter... And with some kind of bumps... My pussy can't handle that!</span> The thought that Roxy had promised to shove this monster into ALL of Alice's holes made the girl desperate and caused her to reflexively clench her buttocks. This movement didn't escape Roxy's notice. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I see you've got the point.</div></div> She smiled predatorily. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now get your little tongue ready, it has a lot of work to do.</div></div> With these words, she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself over the girl's face. Before Alice could realize what was happening, Roxy lowered herself, pressing her head into the pillow with all her weight. Not expecting this, Alice started to thrash about, trying to take a breath. But her nose and mouth were trapped by Roxy's crotch. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmmm!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What? You already like it? I knew it!</div></div> Roxy lifted herself slightly, allowing the girl to breathe. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now get to work!</div></div> [[Continue|Room4_7]]

Alice stared in horror at the sight before her. <img src="images/roxy_ass.png" alt="Roxy's ass" width="100%"/> Roxy's pussy was wet and glistening with arousal. And the tightly clenched star of her anus was just in an inch from Alice's nose. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well! How long do I have to wait? Or do you need more motivation?</div></div> [[Continue|Room4_8]]

Roxy pressed the vibrator tightly against Alice's crotch and started to push on it, trying to shove this monster into her pussy. <img src="images/pd_insert.png" alt="Insertion" width="100%"/> The girl cried out. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch! Stop! Don't!</div></div> Not waiting for Roxy to impale her on the giant toy, Alice stuck out her tongue and began to lick Roxy's lips. They were soft and smooth. The pungent smell and taste of natural lubricant filled Alice's mouth. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's much better!</div></div> The assailant stopped pushing the vibrator into the girl, but left it pressed tightly against Alice's crotch. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on, work more actively!</div></div> [[Continue|Room4_9]]

Alice tried not to think about what was happening and just do what Roxy ordered her to do. <img src="images/on_face.png" alt="On face" width="80%"/> She heard giggles from the girls holding her down, but she ignored them. <span class='thought'>I just need to get through this... And think about something else...</span> [[Use imagination|Room4_10]]

She tried to imagine that she was licking not the pussy of an arrogant assailant, but something tasty and sweet. <span class='thought'>Ice cream? No, doesn't taste like it. Maybe oysters? I've never tried them, but maybe they're like this...</span> And she began to imagine that she was tasting an unknown delicacy. <span class='thought'>The taste is strange... But people eat all kinds of exotic things, so why can't I?</span> She almost managed to detach herself from what was happening and convince herself that she was just tasting an unusual dish. But Roxy's comments brought her back to reality. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh! I feel you're getting into it! Come on, dive your tongue deeper!</div></div> Alice obediently stretched out her tongue as far as she could and began to plunge it into Roxy's dripping hole. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yes! Keep it up! Mmmm...</div></div> Roxy started moving her hips, trying to impale herself deeper on her tongue. Because of this, Alice's nose was again pressed against the assailant's anus and she began to suffocate. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm!</div></div> Roxy lifted herself up, allowing her to take a quick breath, and then lowered herself onto her face with all her weight again. All this time she kept the vibrator pressed tightly against the girl's crotch, and Alice felt that, against her will, her own pussy was starting to get wet. Roxy didn't deny herself the pleasure of commenting on this. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I see you're getting into it! That means it's time to move on to the main event.</div></div> She shifted back slightly, positioning her clit under Alice's tongue. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And to make it more fun for you...</div></div> Roxy pressed the vibrator against Alice's pussy sweet spot and began to rock it from side to side. A wave of sharp pleasure washed over the girl. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ah...</div></div> [[Continue|Room4_11]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't you dare cum before me!</div></div> Alice, lost in her own sensations, didn't hear her words and even stopped licking. In response to this, Roxy moved the vibrator away and sharply flicked the girl's pleasure spot with her finger. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div> The sudden pain that replaced the pleasure brought Alice back to her senses. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I said, don't you dare cum before me! I'll punish you!</div></div> Roxy pressed the vibrator back, but Alice had already come to her senses. She began to work diligently with her tongue, trying to distract Roxy from her pussy. <span class='thought'>Hold on... Don't think about what's happening... Can't cum before her... I don't even want to think about what kind of punishment this pervert will come up with... Don't think about the vibrator... Lick faster... Don't think... Lick...</span> Focusing on these thoughts, Alice missed the moment when Roxy squeezed her head with her thighs, and the lube from her pussy flowed even more strongly. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yesssss!</div></div> Roxy arched her back, lowered herself onto her victim's face, again cutting off her breathing. ...And forcefully pressed the toy against Alice's pussy. [[Loose control|Room4_12]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm!</div></div> The girl's body literally exploded from the orgasm that overwhelmed her. And the inability to take a breath turned it into madness. Stretching, Roxy finally got off the girl's face and removed the vibrator. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not bad. But you need to practice. How long did we take?</div></div> She looked at the wall clock. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Almost ten minutes?! You definitely need to practice!</div></div> Alice lay on the bed, stretched out by her arms and legs by her new roommates. Her body was still twitching from the orgasm, and her face was covered with Roxy's secretions. Her tongue was numb and barely moved. She didn't even understand what the assailant was talking about. [[Continue|Room4_13]]

...until Roxy took the place of one of the girls holding her down. And that girl pulled off her panties and positioned herself over the helpless Alice's face... <img src="images/next_ass.png" alt="Next" width="100%"/> <span class='thought'>I can't... I just can't anymore...</span> However, the assailants were indifferent to her thoughts. Each was going to get her share of pleasure from the tortured girl today. [[Continue|Room4_14]]

When the second girl climaxed intensely, smearing Alice's face with her fluids, a third one took her place. <img src="images/next_one.png" alt="Next girl" width="100%"/> With difficulty moving her tired tongue, Alice brought her to orgasm as well. <span class='thought'>I hope this nightmare will end now...</span> [[Continue|Room4_15]]

But the next girl was already positioning her pussy on Alice's face. <img src="images/next_two.png" alt="Next girl" width="100%"/> [[Is that all?|Room4_16]]

And another one followed... <img src="images/next_three.png" alt="Next girl" width="100%"/> Then Alice stopped counting. They just sat on her face and demanded her to lick. When Alice stopped moving her numb tongue, they pinched her nipples, labia, and clit. When even this stopped eliciting a reaction, they just squirmed their crotches against her lips and nose. [[When will this ever end?|Room4_17]]

Only after several hours they did leave her alone. Absolutely exhausted. With her face thickly covered in saliva and secretions. <img src="images/alice_after_room4.png" alt="Alice after room 4" width="80%"/> And with a completely empty head, in which not a single thought remained. <<silently>> <<run setup.finish_scene("room4", "main")>> <</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Continue|loc_alice_room]] <</if>>

<<silently>> <<set $content_available.halloween to false>> <</silently>> Leaving her room, Alice immediately ran into Sophia. <img src="images/c2_sophie_cat.png" alt="c2_sophie_cat" width="50%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Hi, Alice! Want to join us?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Where are you going?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">The girls say one of the sports halls is allocated for a party. There will be treats, a costume contest, and apparently some other games.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sounds tempting, but I don't have a costume.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Just come as you are! They won't kick you out. Even if you can't participate in the contests, you can at least watch and have fun.</div></div> Her own costume was also simple - the girl limited herself to fake cat ears and an old-fashioned shirt. Alice thought about it. The idea of relaxing and coming to her senses seemed interesting to her. <span class='thought'>I should have at least some student life! With parties and fun.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">If that's allowed, I'd be happy to go.</div></div> [[Go with Sophia|c2_halloween_party_2]]

They left the dormitory and headed towards the sports building through the university park. <img src="images/c2_halloween_park.png" alt="c2_halloween_park" width="100%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I didn't think the university would prepare so much for the holiday.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">The administration sometimes allows students to throw parties and decorate the territory. The main thing is that everything is put in order afterwards.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So the students did all this themselves?</div></div> Alice felt uncomfortable. <span class='thought'>I should probably participate in such events. Otherwise, the girls might think I'm deliberately avoiding everything.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Don't worry about it! This time we didn't do anything. Just one of the golden students decided to throw a party and paid for decorating the campus. I think the party will be fun. With good treats and gifts.</div></div> Alice was surprised. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Does that happen? I thought they only made life miserable for regular students.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Everyone loves to have fun. Of course, this wasn't done specifically for us, but since they decided not to have a closed party and instead throw a celebration for everyone - let's take advantage of it.</div></div> <span class='thought'>This seems suspicious somehow...</span> In any case, as they talked, they had already approached the sports hall. [[Enter inside|c2_halloween_party_3]]

The hall was still almost empty. Apparently, students were just starting to gather. Sophie approached one of the tables with treats standing by the wall and took several bright candies. She immediately offered one of them to Alice. <img src="images/c2_sohpie_lollypop.png" alt="c2_sohpie_lollypop" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Want a lollipop?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It looks kind of strange...</div></div> Shrugging, Sophie licked the candy. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I like it! What difference does it make what shape it is if it's tasty?</div></div> Alice, starting to suspect something, walked around the hall, looking at the decorations and treats on the tables. Among the quite ordinary Halloween pumpkins and skeletons, there were suspiciously many things carrying sexual undertones. She was especially impressed by the pies. <img src="images/c2_food.png" alt="c2_food" width="80%"> <span class='thought'>Well... The cook really tried. It's immediately clear what he meant. You can't mistake it.</span> However, the pinnacle of the culinary master's skill was a large cake with a giant penis sticking out of its center. <img src="images/c2_penis_cake.png" alt="c2_penis_cake" width="80%"> Alice froze, examining such a decoration. <span class='thought'>I think I'm starting to guess who the main organizer of this holiday is.</span> At that moment, a bright light came on in the hall. [[Turn around and check what's happening there|c2_halloween_party_4]]

Roxy entered the hall, smiling contentedly. <img src="images/c2_roxy_in_suit.png" alt="c2_roxy_in_suit" width="80%"> <span class='thought'>Well, of course. Who else could arrange such a thing?</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, girls? Do you like my party? Don't fill up on sweets - the most interesting part is just beginning.</div></div> Not really listening to Roxy's words, Alice was examining her costume. <span class='thought'>I wonder if this is some kind of cosplay, or did she just decide to dress as slutty as possible?</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">So, the main contest today is witch hunting! Participants put on costumes, sit on broomsticks, and run around in a circle, jumping over pumpkins. And the hunters, of course, led by me, will catch them. The one who stays on the broom the longest wins. Who wants to participate?</div></div> Everyone was silent, clearly expecting a catch. And it didn't take long to reveal itself. Some girl in an inquisitor costume brought a pile of brooms and dumped them on the floor. [[Take a closer look at the brooms|c2_halloween_party_5]]

<img src="images/c2_dildo_broom.png" alt="c2_dildo_broom" width="80%"> Just glancing at one of the brooms, Alice decided that she definitely wouldn't participate in this. Right in the middle of the broom handle stuck out a rubber dildo. <span class='thought'>Voluntarily impale myself on this thing and run around the hall, amusing the spectators? No, thank you!</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on, girls! Grab the brooms and let's fly! And don't forget to put on costumes! You can't without them! I didn't buy so many for nothing!</div></div> She pointed to a pile of boxes standing nearby. As expected, no one responded to her offer. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What, are you all cowards and prudes?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Ok, why not?</div></div> One of the girls stepped forward and, grabbing a box with a costume, ran off to change. It seemed to be one of Roxy's sidekicks. <span class='thought'>Well, they'll do anything to amuse their mistress.</span> However, no one else expressed a desire to participate in the contest. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You're boring. Okay, I'll add prizes for you. The most agile participant who stays on the broom the longest will receive 500 dollars and one passed test. Any. I'll personally arrange it with the necessary professor. And a hundred bucks for each participant as consolation.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I agree!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I didn't doubt you, kitten!</div></div> Alice looked at Sophia in surprise. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Are you crazy?</div></div> She just shrugged. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">500 bucks and a passed test. It's worth it. Come on, join in!</div></div> Sophie also ran off to change. <span class='thought'>Jump around the hall with a dildo in my pussy? Although... Every passed test brings closer the day when I'll get out of this madhouse. And the money isn't small.</span> [[Join the contest|c2_halloween_party_accept]] [[No way, I'd rather be a spectator|c2_halloween_party_reject]]

Roxy's friend was the first to return from the changing room. <img src="images/c2_dennis_costume.png" alt="c2_dennis_costume" width="80%"> The costume was clearly too small for her - the short skirt barely covered her pussy, and the corset was almost bursting on her large breasts. However, the girl was clearly not embarrassed by this. With a cheerful smile, she approached the pile of brooms and began to choose a suitable one. In the end, she took the one with the biggest dick. Alice was shocked by such a size. Even Roxy doubtfully commented on the girl's choice. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, you have quite an appetite, Dennis! Won't you burst?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">It's just right! If I don't win, at least I'll get some pleasure.</div></div> With these words, she began to settle on the broom. Roxy laughed, looking at her haste. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You could at least wait for the other girls! We can't start the contest with just one participant.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Let them hurry up. While they're fussing, I'll have time to not only take all the prizes but also cum a couple of times.</div></div> <span class='thought'>Can she really fit that monster inside herself?</span> [[Watch what's happening|c2_halloween_party_reject_2]]

Despite Dennis's bravado, it wasn't easy for her to take in the huge dildo. Her short skirt rode up, showing the viewers in detail how tightly the toy was entering her pussy. <img src="images/c2_dennis_dildo.png" alt="c2_dennis_dildo" width="80%"> The huge dick mercilessly stretched the girl, slowly moving deeper. Finally, after an overly sharp movement, Denise couldn't take it anymore. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Ouch! Can I change the broom?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">No way! Come on, friend, since you showed off so much, now show what you're capable of.</div></div> Denise continued to stretch her own hole. Grimacing from pain and occasionally moaning, she still pushed the toy to a sufficient depth. The other girls wisely chose brooms with the smallest "attachments". <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Everyone ready? On your marks! Get set! Go!</div></div> At Roxy's command, the witches ran around the hall, jumping over pumpkins scattered here and there. A couple of seconds later, Roxy and several girls in inquisitor costumes rushed after them. To Alice's surprise, the scrawny and short Sophie was doing better than everyone else. She skillfully dodged the hands of the pursuers, maneuvering between pumpkins and not allowing herself to be caught. But the outsider, as expected, was Dennis. The giant dildo stretched her pussy, forcing her to move bow-legged and giving no chance to escape from the "hunters". So very soon one of the pursuers caught up with her and, pushing her in the back, pulled the broom out from under the girl. [[Continue|c2_halloween_party_reject_3]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Aaauuch!</div></div> Unable to keep her balance, Denise fell to the floor. Her pussy, from which the huge toy had just been roughly pulled out, looked ravaged and stretched. <img src="images/c2_dennis_gap.png" alt="c2_dennis_gap" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">It hurts!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What were you thinking with when you chose the broom? No need to answer, I'm looking at what you use instead of a brain right now.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Owww...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Okay, don't moan. We'll comfort you in the evening.</div></div> And she ran to catch the remaining little witches. They were much more agile than Dennis, but running away from the trained Roxy, and with such unusual brooms between their legs, was extremely difficult. In the end, the hunters managed to catch everyone. Fortunately, except for Dennis, the others got away without injuries. And to Alice's surprise, Sophie managed to hold out the longest. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, that's it. Congratulations to the winner! Five hundred from me and a passed test. The rest get a consolation hundred each.</div></div> Roxy looked at Dennis's suffering face. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Okay, you also get a medical center visit on my account and healing caresses for the next couple of days. And now let's eat the treats!</div></div> <<silently>> <<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party", "skip")>> <</silently>> [[Move on to the treats|c2_halloween_party_finnish]]

Deciding that Sophie was right and the reward was worth it, Alice changed into a witch costume. <img src="images/c2_halloween_alice_witch.png" alt="c2_halloween_alice_witch" width="80%"> She tried to choose the most modest one, but even it was too revealing. The black blouse tightly hugged her breasts, making them bulge out of the deep neckline, the short pleated skirt had slits up to the waist. And the contest conditions didn't allow the use of underwear. <span class='thought'>Well, Roxy, you horny pervert! In such an outfit, no matter how careful I am, I'll constantly be flashing my charms.</span> However, she was still lucky. One girl's costume came down to a witch's hat and a long skirt with slits. And in such an outfit, running away from hunters will be not only shameful but also inconvenient. <img src="images/c2_halloween_witch_1.png" alt="c2_halloween_witch_1" width="80%"> Another little witch was dressed in a skirt with a huge cut, opening the view of her pussy to all spectators. <img src="images/c2_halloween_witch_2.png" alt="c2_halloween_witch_2" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What beauties you are for me!</div></div> Roxy openly examined the embarrassed girls. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why are you frozen? To the brooms!</div></div> [[Pick up a broom|c2_halloween_party_accept_2]]

Realizing that there might be the same trick with the brooms as with the costumes, the girls rushed to grab the "vehicles". As Alice suspected, the brooms differed not only in appearance but also in the size of the dildos attached to them. She quickly grabbed one where the toy was smaller. But even pushing it into a dry pussy was not easy. <span class='thought'>What must it be like for the girls who got the big ones?</span> The answer to her thoughts were the moans and suffering faces of girls trying to impale themselves on huge dry dildos. <img src="images/c2_halloween_girl_insert.png" alt="c2_halloween_girl_insert" width="80%"> After a few minutes, they finally managed to accomplish this task. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Ready?</div></div> Roxy looked over the girls standing with brooms between their legs. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">On your marks! Get set! Go!</div></div> The witches rushed forward, running between the pumpkins scattered around the hall. [[Let's go!|PumpkinRunMiniGame]]

Use arrow keys to move the witch avoiding the pumpkins. <div> <canvas id="RunMiniGameCanvas" data-lanes="3" data-object-image="images/icon_pumpkin.png" data-player-image="images/icon_witch.png" data-win-passage="PumpkinGameWin" data-lose-passage="PumpkinGameOver" width="500" height="500"> </canvas> </div>

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis"><div class="odiosis">Oops, you lost! Ok, I understand that you might not have been ready. Do you want to try again? Use the arrow keys on the keyboard to move and avoid the pumpkins. And don't rush, there's more than enough space between the pumpkins. You are more likely to catch the top of the pumpkin that you think you've already passed than to run into the next one.</div></div> [[Yes! I didn't get how to play.|PumpkinRunMiniGame]] [[No, it was fair game|PumpkinLoseAccept]]

All of Alice's attention was focused on not tripping and not dropping the broom. With every movement, the silicone penis stuck in her jerked from side to side, as if entering her at the most incredible angles. She once again was glad that she managed to grab a broom with a small dildo. <span class='thought'>I can't imagine what would have happened to me if I had gotten a bigger toy. It would have just wrecked my poor hole!</span> Suddenly, Alice realized that of all the players, only she and Sophie were left. Sophie was already completely exhausted and barely moving. The huntresses were encircling them in a semicircle, preparing to catch the last prey and end the game. <span class='thought'>If I run to the side right now, they won't have time to react and will grab Sophie, not me.</span> [[Dodge the pursuers|PumpkinGameWin_Alice]] [[Allow yourself to be caught|PumpkinGameWin_Sophie]]

Alice feinted to one side before sprinting full speed in the opposite direction. This maneuver gave her very sharp and unpleasant sensations in her groin, but her trick worked. The huntresses didn't pursue the too nimble girl and instead all rushed at the hesitating Sophie. As soon as their hands closed on the girl, she let go of the broom and slightly spread her legs, allowing the dildo to slip out of her pussy. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Looks like we have a winner!</div></div> Everyone stared at Alice, who had managed to run away from the huntresses. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Are you going to stand there with the broom between your legs? No, I'm not rushing you. If you need a few more minutes to get pleasure - we'll wait.</div></div> Coming to her senses, Alice carefully pulled out the toy. It turned out to be wet and slippery from her juices. Roxy immediately commented on this fact. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Ah, you've already cum? You're so quick!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But I didn't...</div></div> Alice wanted to object, but realized that any words would only give reason to joke about her longer. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, since everyone's finished, I suggest we move on to the sweets. And don't forget to collect your prizes after the party!</div></div> <<silently>> <<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party", "win")>> <</silently>> [[Continue|c2_halloween_party_finnish]]

Deciding to give the victory to her friend, Alice ran forward, pretending she was trying to slip between Roxy and one of the huntresses. As expected, her attempt was unsuccessful. The pursuers grabbed her broom and pulled it towards them, forcing Alice, impaled on the toy, to come closer. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div> Roxy looked into the girl's frightened eyes and smiled. Instead of jerking the broom down, she lifted it up, driving the dildo into Alice to its full length and forcing her to rise on her toes. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ah!</div></div> Alice felt the toy's head press against her cervix. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Stop! No more!</div></div> Roxy swayed the broom from side to side, making it rub against Alice's inner walls. The dildo's tip pushed uncomfortably into her deepest parts, sending shocks of sensation through her body. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Ah, I'd make you cum sitting on this broom! But that wouldn't be fair. After all, we caught you earlier than the red kitten. So we'll have to take you off this toy.</div></div> She pulled the broom forward, and only then very sloowly lowered it down, making Alice feel every millimeter of the rubber dick coming out of her. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Phew...</div></div> Roxy looked mockingly at the dildo glistening with Alice's juices. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I see you enjoyed it! We'll have to arrange an evening of love for you with this toy, since you liked it so much.</div></div> Alice decided to ignore this remark. <span class='thought'>If I ask her not to do it, she'll not forget this and will definitely fuck me with that one day.</span> Roxy clapped her hands. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's it, the game is over! Sophie - you get the main prize! The rest will receive consolation gifts. And now it's time for treats!</div></div> Alice met Sophie's eyes and she smiled widely. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Thank you!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">For what?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Come on, I'm not stupid. You could have easily run away, and I had no strength left at all. It's probably unfair...</div></div> The girl thought for a second, then added: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">But I appreciate it!</div></div> Unexpectedly, she pecked Alice on the cheek and, laughing, ran off to change. Alice, surprised by the gesture, trailed behind Sophie. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh, look at that! Aren't we witnessing some delightful girl-on-girl sweetness?</div></div> Roxy looked at them with a smirk. <span class='thought'>I hope she's not planning anything nasty...</span> <<silently>> <<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party", "sophie")>> <</silently>> [[Continue|c2_halloween_party_finnish]]

Awkwardly stumbling over one of the pumpkins, Alice tumbled across the floor. Of course, the broom slipped out of the girl and remained lying to the side. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Minus one!</div></div> Commenting on her fall, Roxy continued chasing after other prey. Alice crawled to the side and watched the game. To her surprise, the show turned out to be quite engaging. The girls on brooms were trying their best to run away from the hunters and not fall on the floor. The thought that at this time there was a sex toy in each of them added a special piquancy to the spectacle. Alice even got scared of her own thoughts. <span class='thought'>Could I really like such a picture? I'm not a pervert like Roxy!</span> However, there was still more competition than eroticism in the game. Despite the charms of the girls flashing here and there, Alice was more captivated by the excitement of rivalry. So she came to terms with her thoughts and began to root for Sophie. And Sophie didn't let her down. Running between pumpkins and trying to stay away from the huntresses, she waited until Roxy and her friends caught all the other girls. Noticing how the broom of the last one rolled to the side, she joyfully exclaimed. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Hooray!</div></div> Taking the toy out of her pussy, Sophie waved the broom over her head. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I won!</div></div> Roxy smirked, looking at this picture. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yes, yes, you won! Calm down already, you crazy kitten.</div></div> <<silently>> <<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party", "lose")>> <</silently>> [[Continue|c2_halloween_party_finnish]]

The rest of the party went smoothly. Alice and Sophia enjoyed the treats and conversations with other students. Even Roxy, having had fun during the contest, became good-natured and didn't pick on anyone. The only thing in which she showed character was in who would get the main culinary decoration. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">This is for me!</div></div> Saying this, she pulled the marzipan penis out of the cake and resolutely bit into its head. <img src="images/c2_roxy_dick.png" alt="c2_roxy_dick" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You can't even imagine how difficult it was to find a confectioner who could make this wonder!</div></div> Alice didn't find anything wonderful in this decoration. Except perhaps the anatomical accuracy was impressive. <span class='thought'>I suppose when guys imagine a girl with a penis in her mouth, they mean something else. I wonder if she handles real ones the same way, or more delicately?</span> For some reason, it was hard for her to imagine Roxy sucking. Biting - yes, easily. <span class='thought'>Although, given her promiscuity, she probably doesn't have any prejudices.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">What are you thinking about?</div></div> Alice hadn't noticed Sophie approaching. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh, just stupid thoughts coming to mind. Looking at this picture and wondering - does our Roxy know how to suck, or does she only bite?</div></div> Sophie laughed. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Yes, indeed. You couldn't come up with a more stupid thought. She knows how. When she's in the right mood. And she licks pretty well too, by the way.</div></div> Alice wanted to clarify how Sophie knew this, but remembered her phrase about Roxy having already played with her and decided to stay silent. <<if $chapter_results.initial == "canteen">> !!! TODO: Condition !!! She also remembered that girl who was working her pussy with her tongue while Alice was sitting under the table in the cafeteria. She also showed wonders of oral caresses. But Alice wouldn't call those memories pleasant. <</if>> <span class='thought'>It's interesting, when someone gives you pleasure against your will, is it no longer pleasure but punishment? Although guys probably wouldn't agree with me. I doubt any of them would refuse punishment by blowjob... What strange thoughts are coming into my head!</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Listen, Sophie, shall we go home? I think I'm tired already.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Let's go! I'm not a fan of partying until morning either.</div></div> <<silently>> <<run setup.next_day()>> <</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] <</if>>

Alice was lying in her "room", recovering from what had happened, when there was a gentle knock on the door. <span class='thought'>Should I answer? What if it's Roxy again? Maybe it's better to pretend I'm not here? Or even hide?</span> The door opened slightly and a red-haired girl peeked inside. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Alice? Are you here?</div></div> Noticing her, the girl smiled shyly. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Hi, I'm Sophie.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hi...</div></div> Alice didn't know how to react to the visitor. <span class='thought'>What if she's one of Roxy's friends?</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Can I come in? I think we need to talk.</div></div> Alice nodded, still wary of this visit. [[Continue|c2_meet_sophie_1]]

Sophie entered the room and sat at the table. <img src="images/c2_sophie.png" alt="Alice and Sophie in the room." width="50%" /> She looked at Alice with sympathy and compassion. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I know what happened to you.</div></div> <span class='thought'>Probably every student in the dorm knows about it.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That bitch Roxy...</div></div> Sophie nervously glanced at the partially closed door. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">You shouldn't... They might hear us. And Roxy really doesn't like being insulted.</div></div> Alice flared up. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't give a damn about what she doesn't like! Just let me come to my senses and I'll tell the teachers everything. That bitch will fly out of the university like a cork from a bottle!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">That's unlikely.</div></div> Sophie shook her head. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">She's the daughter of one of the university's main sponsors. The rector would rather eat his hat than go against her father. You're more likely to be sent home from here.</div></div> [[Continue|c2_meet_sophie_2]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Then I'll go to the police! And tell them everything!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">And Roxy will say that nothing like that happened. And all the girls will confirm her words.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't believe it!</div></div> The girl blurted this out in a determined tone. <<switch $chapter_results.initial>> <<case "spunked">> But then she remembered how quickly the girls left the shower room when Roxy and her friends started whipping her. And not one of them called for help. <<case "canteen">> But then she remembered how the girls averted their eyes in the canteen and pretended not to notice anything. <<case "room4">> But then she remembered how no one paid attention to her screams when Roxy and her friends pounced on her. <span class='thought'>They didn't even close the door! Any student passing by in the corridor must have seen what was happening in the room! And no one intervened or called for help!</span> <</switch>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What, will you also say that you didn't see anything?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Yes. Me too. I'm sorry, Alice, but I can't afford to be kicked out of the university. And Roxy will surely make that happen if I tell the truth.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Admit it, did she send you? Does she want to avoid responsibility?</div></div> Sophie shook her head. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">No, Alice. Nobody sent me. I just understand you very well and want to help you before you get into even more trouble.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Really? Well, what do you suggest I do?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">The best option is to leave the university. Or at least move out of the dorm. Rent a room in the city and only come to campus for classes.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But I don't have money for a room in the city!</div></div> [[Continue|c2_meet_sophie_3]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Then try to befriend Roxy.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What?! Do you realize what you're saying?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I'm sorry, but there are no other options. If you hope to somehow pressure her, it's useless. It's simple here - all university students are divided into two categories: a small group of those whose parents support the university, and us - the poor taken in out of pity and charity. Of course, any dispute or conflict in such a situation is resolved not in our favor.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But what Roxy does is not a dispute! It's just lawlessness!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">You think no one knows about this? Believe me, even more terrible things happen here sometimes.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But how can one study in such conditions?</div></div> Sophie shrugged. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Rich kids don't study, they just have fun. And we look for ways to somehow pass exams to get a diploma and full civil rights. So think again, do you really need this?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And you? Why don't you leave?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I'm from a family of farmers. I don't have the right to live in cities. So either I hold on here for two more years, or I go back to my parents - to milk cows and raise pigs. And I want a full life. I want to decide for myself where to live and what to do. Besides, I'm used to the problems in classes, and Roxy doesn't bother me.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You're not her type?</div></div> Sophie frowned and abruptly stood up from the table. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">No. She's just already bored of playing with me. Anyway, I've explained everything to you, and now it's up to you to decide. You can leave if you want, or try to survive here. But keep in mind - the longer you hold on, the more frustrating it will be to leave. If I had known on the first day what I would have to go through, I would have packed my things and returned to my native farm at that very moment. And I don't care about the restrictions on rights. But now I can't - it's a shame to be left with nothing after everything that's happened.</div></div> She headed for the door and turned to Alice from the threshold, adding: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Just know that you can always come to me. I won't be able to solve your problems, but I'll always listen and give some advice.</div></div> With these words, Sophie left the room, leaving Alice alone. <span class='thought'>Well, that's something... And what should I do now?</span> <<run setup.finish_scene("meet_sophie", "main")>> [[I won't miss my chance! Whatever awaits me ahead, I can handle it!|loc_alice_room]] [[To hell with all this! I need to leave as soon as possible!|c2_sophie_leave]]

<img src="images/dorm_building.png" alt="Alice packed her things and resolutely left the dormitory." width="80%" /> Alice packed her things and resolutely left the building. <span class='thought'>Well, I guess it wasn't meant to be.</span> Casting a last glance at the dormitory, she headed to the bus stop. The bus to her village was only in the evening, but the girl decided it was better to wait a few hours here than risk running into Roxy again. <img src="images/c2_bus_stop.png" alt="Alice waiting for the bus." width="80%" /> <span class='thought'>It all turned out strange. An amazing admission, some hopes, and now I'm going back to my native village. I guess this is life. People live as they were born. It was foolish to count on something I have neither the rights nor the money for.</span> <span class="ending">Ending 1: Escape</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis"><div class="odiosis">Wow! You really decided to give up. I hope you've already gone through all the other paths and were just checking what would happen if you abandoned everything and left. In any case - congratulations, you've unlocked one of the endings. The simplest and shortest one. The others will be much further along in the plot.</div></div> <<button "Start over">> <<run Engine.restart()>> <</button>>

<<silently>><<set $infirmary_visited to true>><</silently>> After reaching the infirmary, Alice went inside. <img src="images/c3_infirmary_empty.png" alt="Infirmary" width="80%"> She found herself in a small room with an examination table in the center. There was no one inside. On the left was a closed door, and on the right - a desk and a small cabinet. [[Wait for the doctor|loc_infirmary_wait_doctor]] [[Look behind the door|loc_infirmary_look_behind_door]] [[Examine the cabinet|loc_infirmary_look_cabinet]]

Alice decided to be polite and just wait. She carefully sat on the edge of the couch. <span class='thought'>Why do all medical offices have such an uncomfortable atmosphere? There's nothing scary, but you can feel some kind of awkwardness.</span> After a few minutes, a woman came out from behind the door leading to an unknown room. <img src="images/c3_doctor_fv_small.png" alt="Woman" width="50%"> <span class='thought'>I guess this is the doctor? Shouldn't her medical gown be a bit more... Closed?</span> However, upon noticing Alice, the woman quickly wrapped her robe tighter. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Oh! I have a patient! You know, some people have a useful habit of knocking on the door before entering.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sorry, I didn't think about it. Hello!</div></div> <span class='thought'>Damn, it really was impolite. I barged in like it was my own home.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Hello-hello. Well, tell me, who are you and what did you bring me?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm Alice. Was I supposed to bring you something?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Everyone brings me something... Bruises, scratches, burns. Sometimes something more exotic. I'm most amused by stories like: "It was sticking out of the chair, and I accidentally sat on it. Could you pull it out, doctor?" Do you have something similar?</div></div> Laura looked intently at Alice. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Although no, probably not. You're sitting too comfortably. Those storytellers prefer to stand. And they walk like cowboys who've just gotten off a horse.</div></div> The doctor pulled a chair closer to the couch and sat down. Her clothes slightly opened again, but Laura didn't seem to notice. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">So, tell me what brought you here.</div></div> <<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("infirmary_intro", "wait_doctor")>><</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Continue|loc_infirmary]] <</if>>

Alice carefully opened the door and peeked inside. It turned out to be a small utility room with various boxes and shelves. Near one of the cabinets, with her back to the girl, stood a naked woman, apparently looking for something. <img src="images/c3_doctor_back_nude.png" alt="Doctor" width="80%"> Surprised by this sight, Alice accidentally pulled the door, and it creaked treacherously. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">And who, I wonder, gave you permission to barge in here?</div></div> The woman didn't even turn around at the creak, continuing to rummage through the cabinet. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh, I'm sorry!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Sit on the couch in the office and wait.</div></div> Alice obediently returned to the office and closed the door behind her. <span class='thought'>What possessed me to go in there! What did I expect to find? Although... I think there was another door on the other side. What am I even thinking about! I really messed up! Barging into the room when Laura was changing. Damn, I hope she's not too angry with me.</span> A couple of minutes later, the doctor returned to the office, having put on a robe. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">And what do we have here? Heart attack? Stroke? Some other life-threatening problem?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, not at all! Nothing like that.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">So just a regular flare-up of curiosity and bad manners. I think I had a special mixture somewhere for this disease...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sorry! I really didn't know you were changing. I thought there was no one there at all.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">That's even worse! Sneaking into someone else's room when the owner isn't there... Definitely, this is already a clinical level of rudeness. That really needs to be treated.</div></div> Laura began searching for something in a cabinet with various jars and bottles. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Ah, yes, this will do!</div></div> She took out a box with some powder, poured it into a glass of water, and mixed it thoroughly. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Here, take it.</div></div> Alice timidly took the glass. [[Look closely at the liquid|loc_infirmary_drink]]

The glass contained a thick, white-yellow liquid that had curdled into disgusting clumps. And the smell... Alice jerked sharply to the side as soon as she felt the acrid, putrid stench emanating from the drink. <img src="images/c3_glass_of.png" alt="Glass of ..." width="50%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What is this?</div></div> The girl tried to catch her breath, barely suppressing the urge to vomit. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">My signature cocktail for those who stick their noses where they don't belong. Solutio extracti seminis balaenae. Or in simple terms - whale semen extract solution. The chemical composition isn't exactly identical to the original, after all, dehydration and restoration change some properties. But in taste and smell, it should be very similar to stale whale sperm.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I won't drink this! Where did you even get this nasty stuff?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Oh, believe me, I have many other wonderful things! You don't have to drink it. But I won't treat you until the contents of this glass are transferred to your stomach. Every last drop.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What if I get poisoned?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">You won't get poisoned. The worst that can happen to you is some rumbling in your stomach. Well, and a magnificent aftertaste that will remind you for a long time that politeness is a very useful habit in life.</div></div> Alice looked at the drink with disgust. Now that she knew what it was, it seemed even more repulsive to her. She shook the glass, trying to mix the contents better, but it only separated even more, forming clumps of nasty slime. <span class='thought'>I can't drink this! Maybe I should tell her to go to hell? I'll manage somehow without a doctor.</span> As if reading her thoughts, Laura announced: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">By the way, do you know that all students are required to undergo regular medical check-ups? Without it, you can't continue your studies. So, something tells me you won't pass it.</div></div> <span class='thought'>What a bitch...</span> Alice looked miserably first at the glass, then at Laura. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Laura, I understand that I did wrong. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me! Or at least think of another punishment. I really can't drink this nasty stuff!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Oh, come on, stop pretending to be a virgin! As if you've never given a blowjob. It's the same thing. Just a larger volume, so you'll remember it better.</div></div> Alice had some experience with oral caresses, but she never allowed anyone to finish in her mouth. And she certainly wasn't going to swallow sperm. But here Laura was essentially forcing her to drink a whole glass of such nastiness. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Come on, don't waste time.</div></div> [[Drink the liquid|loc_infirmary_drink_finish]]

Gathering her strength, Alice held her breath and brought the glass to her lips. <img src="images/c3_alice_drinking.png" alt="Alice drinking" width="80%"> <span class='thought'>The main thing is not to smell this stuff and not to keep it in my mouth. If I swallow it quickly, I might not taste it.</span> Alice took a quick small sip and immediately started coughing. The vile liquid refused to go down into her stomach, forming a lump in her throat. A sharp, tart-salty taste filled the girl's mouth. She moved the glass away and tried to catch her breath. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Did you like it? No? Well, I also don't like it when rude girls barge into service rooms. Keep drinking, we're continuing the educational process.</div></div> Alice obediently took another small sip. The lump in her throat grew larger and she felt nauseous. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Don't you dare throw up all over my office! You'll be cleaning it up yourself. And you'll get a second glass of "cocktail" as a penalty.</div></div> Overcoming the urge to vomit, the girl continued to pour the disgusting liquid into herself. It took her almost an hour to finish the glass. It felt like this slime had evenly stretched along her entire esophagus, and the taste was as if a crowd of dirty homeless men had ejaculated in her mouth. Laura scrutinized the empty glass. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, well! You managed. And you didn't even throw up once. You're a natural bukkake star! Do you want some water? Or would you prefer another glass of cocktail?</div></div> Mumbling something unintelligible, Alice began to drink water greedily, trying to get rid of the nasty sensation in her mouth and throat. It got a little better, but the disgusting taste didn't go away. <span class='thought'>This must be how a cheap whore feels after being used orally by a crowd of men all night...</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I think the lesson has been learned. If you want to sneak into somewhere else without permission - don't be shy, I have plenty of powder left. I can always mix you a glass or two of this wonderful drink. Maybe we should increase the concentration? You seemed to swallow it too easily. I think if we add more powder, the solution will be thicker and more viscous. What do you think?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No need! I understand everything! I will never do anything like this again.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Good girl! I always assumed that sperm has a beneficial effect on the mental abilities of young ladies. Now tell me, what did you actually come to the infirmary for?</div></div> <<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("infirmary_intro", "look_behind_door")>><</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Continue|loc_infirmary]] <</if>>

After glancing at the closed door, Alice quickly approached the cabinet and looked inside. There were many jars and bottles with various liquids, powders, and pills. There were even some dried parts of either plants or animals. <span class='thought'>Not a medical office, but some kind of alchemist's lair. It would be nice to find a painkiller. Laura probably wouldn't notice a couple of pills missing, and they could come in handy for me.</span> Alice began to read the labels. Unfortunately, almost all of them were written in Latin, and the girl didn't even have a clue what these words meant. <span class='thought'>Are these strange green pills painkillers? Or laxatives? Or something dangerous that could seriously poison me? It would be better to first buy a couple of pills from Laura, see where she gets them from, and then try to steal more.</span> Deciding not to risk it with the pills, Alice turned her attention to the jars with liquids and ointments. Carefully taking one of them, she looked inside and smelled the contents. The light green ointment smelled of mint. <span class='thought'>Most likely, this is a remedy for bruises and scratches. It could be useful for me. Maybe I should take this jar? I definitely can't afford treatment sessions at a hundred dollars each.</span> [[Take the ointment|loc_infirmary_take_cream]] [[Put everything back and close the cabinet|loc_infirmary_put_back_cabinet]]

<span class='thought'>No, I shouldn't do this. Laura will definitely get angry if she notices something missing. Besides, I don't know what this ointment is actually for. What if it's some kind of lice treatment? Better not to risk it.</span> After putting all the vials back in place, Alice carefully closed the cabinet. [[Wait for the doctor|loc_infirmary_wait_doctor]]

Deciding to take the risk, Alice hid the jar in her pocket. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, well! I've never met such a brazen thief before!</div></div> Alice turned around frightened and came face to face with Laura. Apparently, she had silently approached from behind and had been observing the girl's actions for some time. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to... I just...</div></div> Caught red-handed, Alice didn't know what to say. Any attempt to justify herself seemed stupid and ridiculous. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Did you just happen to be passing by and this ointment slipped into your pocket by itself?</div></div> The girl remained silent. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Do you know that for theft, at the very least, you get immediately expelled from the university? And sometimes we hand particularly brazen ones over to the police. So they can be tried as real criminals.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But it's just a small jar of ointment...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">The main thing is that it's MY jar of ointment. Which you stole from MY cabinet. Right in front of MY eyes! And what do you suggest I do?</div></div> Alice sighed and began to apologize, not really expecting success. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sorry, please. I won't do it again. Let me pay you for this ointment? Or do something for you? Just please don't tell anyone about this. I don't know by what miracle I got into the university, but if I'm expelled, I won't have a second chance.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Oh, please don't try to play on my sympathy! It wasn't me who broke in and stole your things. If staying in the university is so important to you, then you shouldn't be stealing. Now show me exactly what you took.</div></div> Alice obediently took the ointment out of her pocket and handed it to Laura. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">So that's how it is. And what were you planning to do with it?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Apply it to my skin. I thought it was some kind of remedy for bruises. And it smells nice.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Yes, you almost thought correctly...</div></div> Laura drummed her fingers on the back of the chair, clearly thinking about something. Then she muttered to herself, so quietly that Alice could barely make out the words. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">This could turn out to be amusing...</div></div> Looking Alice in the face, she said in a full voice: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Alright, I agree to forgive you this time and forget about this silly stunt.</div></div> Alice perked up happily, but Laura continued: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">However, I won't let you go just like that. Since you stole my ointment, you'll have to try it. You'll also understand why you shouldn't use medications without my permission. Undress and lie down on the couch.</div></div> <span class='thought'>Something's not right here... Laura probably didn't decide to treat me for free as a punishment.</span> However, the girl had no choice, so she obediently began to take off her clothes and soon found herself in front of the doctor in just her underwear. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">What, did you come to me to treat your ears?</div></div> Alice looked at the doctor in confusion. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I told you to undress and lie down on the couch. I didn't ask for a fashion show of the latest underwear trends from the countryside.</div></div> Alice blushed but obediently took off her bra and panties. <span class='thought'>They're not from the countryside at all! My underwear is perfectly normal!</span> With these thoughts, she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, let's begin.</div></div> [[Continue|loc_infirmary_take_cream_2]]

Laura pulled out some metal handcuffs on a chain from under the couch and quickly snapped them onto Alice's wrists. <img src="images/c3_cuffed_hand.png" alt="Alice handcuffs" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What is this? Why are you doing this?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">As one of my teachers says: "A well-restrained patient doesn't need anesthesia".</div></div> <span class='thought'>What kind of stupid joke is this? She promised to just apply the ointment!</span> While Alice was thinking whether it was time to run, Laura had already fastened similar shackles to her ankles. The girl found herself chained to the examination table by her hands and feet. <img src="images/c3_cuffed_leg.png" alt="Alice handcuffs" width="80%"> The girl tried to move. The chains on the shackles were long enough not to press her against the bed, but she couldn't change her position or even scratch her nose. [[Continue|loc_infirmary_take_cream_3]]

Laura put on medical gloves and began to generously apply the greenish ointment to Alice. First, she carefully applied it to the girl's breasts, leaving only the areolas of the nipples untouched. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Like this, in an even layer... And here's a little drop, for interest.</div></div> With these words, she touched Alice's nipples with her glove covered in ointment. Then she gently ran her hands down the girl's stomach. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">An interesting picture is emerging.</div></div> <img src="images/c3_green_boobs.png" alt="Green cream" width="80%"> Sliding her fingers even lower, she drew a circle around the girl's navel and began to apply the ointment to the delicate skin around her pussy. She finished her artwork with a couple of strokes on the inner sides of her thighs. <img src="images/c3_green_legs.png" alt="Green cream" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">And how do you like it? Do you enjoy it?</div></div> Alice listened to her sensations. The ointment pleasantly cooled her skin, and the minty-menthol scent was calming. However, she decided to answer cautiously. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm okay.</div></div> <span class='thought'>If only I wasn't lying naked and chained to a bed in front of a practically unknown woman. Although for some reason this doesn't bother me too much. Probably because she's a doctor.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Excellent, so we'll wait for the ointment to start working.</div></div> These words alarmed the girl and she decided to clarify. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And how does it work?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Oh, why didn't you ask about that when you decided to steal it?</div></div> Alice remained silent. It was clear that the idea had been stupid. <span class='thought'>What devil possessed me to take that jar?</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, now relax and wait for the effect. I hope you'll like it. Meanwhile, I'll go attend to my business.</div></div> With these words, she disappeared into the room she had come from. [[Wait|loc_infirmary_take_cream_4]]

Alice was left alone in the empty medical office. Naked and chained to the couch, she couldn't do anything but listen to her sensations. The ointment had warmed up from her body heat and no longer cooled her skin. Rather the opposite - the girl felt warmth in the places covered by it. <span class='thought'>It's like a warm towel has been applied... And my skin is slightly itchy.</span> She tried to twist and scratch herself, but she couldn't manage it. <span class='thought'>Okay, I'll endure. It's nothing terrible.</span> Lifting her head, she looked at her body. The green film of the ointment had changed color and was now transparent. <span class='thought'>Is it absorbing into the skin? Damn, I hope I'm not allergic to this stuff!</span> Meanwhile, time passed and the feeling of warmth changed to heat, and the itching intensified. <span class='thought'>Ow... This is becoming really unpleasant!</span> She began to jerk in her shackles, trying to somehow scratch the itchy places. Her nipples bothered her the most - they burned and itched from the ointment. Her whole body was covered in sweat and at the same time goosebumps were running over her. The remnants of the ointment mixed with sweat and flowed down Alice's skin. <img src="images/c3_wet_cream.png" alt="Alice wet" width="80%"> [[Try to break free|loc_infirmary_take_cream_5]]

Alice began to pull at her chained hands and feet with all her might. However, the chains that looked fragile did not yield, and the girl could not improve her position in any way. The most unpleasant thing was that the remnants of the ointment flowing down her body now covered her pussy, and it also began to itch. <img src="images/c3_cream_pussy.png" alt="Alice wet" width="80%"> Finally, Alice couldn't take it anymore and shouted loudly. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">LAURA!!! DOCTOR!!!</div></div> She was afraid that the woman who was angry with her would ignore her cries and she would just lie here alone, suffering from the heat and unbearable itching that had spread to almost her entire body. However, Laura returned literally within a few seconds. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">And why are you shouting?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It's hot! And my whole body itches.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">That's how it should be. This is a known side effect. To avoid it, you need to mix this ointment with a special oil before application. But you wanted to steal only this jar, right? So I only applied it to you. It's all fair. Endure it.</div></div> Alice only groaned in response to this statement and lowered her head onto the sheet. Her whole body was burning, and the unbearable itching seemed to be driving her mad. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I can comfort you. This effect lasts five minutes, ten at most. Although after that, it will also be interesting.</div></div> Alice gritted her teeth in despair. <span class='thought'>Five to ten minutes? How much time has passed already? When did this hell start?</span> [[Endure until the side effect passes|loc_infirmary_take_cream_6]]

<img src="images/c3_alice_face_tears.png" alt="Alice wet" width="80%"> Alice was barely holding back tears. <span class='thought'>I need to hold on for a few more minutes! It seems to be getting a bit easier.</span> She did indeed feel better. Her body no longer itched and the heat seemed to have subsided. Only a strange sensation remained in her lower abdomen. <span class='thought'>This will pass too. Phew, has it finally let up?</span> However, the strange feeling didn't go away. On the contrary, it intensified. Now her body wasn't burning, but a hot wave was spreading through it, coming from the girl's groin. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What's happening?</div></div> Laura approached the girl and began to shamelessly examine her. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Nipples are erect, clitoris is swollen, and the vagina is intensely producing lubrication. In my opinion, it's all obvious. You're aroused and want sex.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm asking why this is happening to me?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I told you it would be interesting later.</div></div> The arousal was growing and Alice began to breathe deeply, trying to control herself. <span class='thought'>Calm down, calm down... This is just an effect of the ointment. It's not painful as it was before. I just need to endure a little bit and it will pass.</span> Her desire was clouding her mind and the girl had to make considerable efforts to maintain clarity of thought. [[Try to calm down|loc_infirmary_take_cream_7]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Don't worry, I'm not so cruel as to leave you in this state. I have something that will help you.</div></div> With these words, she took a dildo and deeply inserted it into Alice's pussy. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ooohhh...</div></div> Never before had penetration given the girl such acute pleasure. The toy was literally blowing her mind and creating an unbearable itch in her lower abdomen. Laura slowly moved the toy in her pussy. It easily slid back and forth in an incredible amount of natural lubrication. <img src="images/c3_alice_toy_1.png" alt="Vibrator" width="80%"> After inserting the toy to the hilt, Laura pressed a button and it began to vibrate intensely. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaaah!</div></div> Alice was immediately overwhelmed by the brightest orgasm. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">One.</div></div> <span class='thought'>What? What is she talking about?</span> The girl's brain was foggy and she didn't understand what it was said for. She was waiting for the usual relaxation after an orgasm, but it didn't come. The arousal didn't subside, and the vibrator continued to torment her pussy. After a few seconds, a new orgasm overtook her. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaauuu!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Two.</div></div> Alice wanted to calm down, rest, or at least catch her breath, but her feelings were becoming brighter and brighter. The third orgasm was more painful than pleasant. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Three.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Please, stop... Take it out of me...</div></div> Laura continued to watch with interest as the girl came over and over again. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I won't even think about it. I'm very curious how many times you can come before you lose consciousness.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaarrrrr!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Four.</div></div> Any thoughts left Alice's head. All that remained was a wild, unrelenting arousal and a painful feeling in her groin from the vibrator forcing her to continuously orgasm. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Five.</div></div> Laura's voice came from somewhere far away, muffled and barely audible. Everything was blurry in front of her eyes and Alice didn't understand where she was or what was happening. She stopped understanding her own feelings. Is this pain? Or is it pleasure? Both? Or something completely different? <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Six.</div></div> Alice wasn't sure she heard this word. Maybe it just seemed to her. Her body, overloaded with vivid sensations, found a way out of the situation and simply turned off her consciousness. The girl was enveloped by a saving darkness. [[Lose consciousness|loc_infirmary_take_cream_8]]

<img src="images/c3_alice_tired_after_d.png" alt="Vibrator" width="80%"> Alice came to her senses from the cold. Her wet body and damp sheets had turned the light freshness of the doctor's office into a piercing chill. She was still lying on the couch, but her hands and feet were free. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Brr...</div></div> Frowning, Alice sat up and looked around for her clothes. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Awake? Welcome back to reality! How do you feel?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Tired. I feel like I've run a marathon.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Not surprising! After such fun.</div></div> The girl's thoughts were still confused, and Alice had difficulty remembering what had happened. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Why did you do this?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">First, I needed to teach you a lesson so you wouldn't take other people's things without permission. Second - I was interested in observing all the effects. Theoretically, I know all the side effects of this ointment. But in practice, I had never applied it in its pure form. I was curious. Besides, you would have experienced something similar if you had actually stolen this jar. So it's all fair.</div></div> <span class='thought'>I doubt I would have inserted a vibrator into myself and orgasmed until I lost consciousness.</span> However, Alice decided not to argue. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I hope you have no more complaints about me?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Of course not. As I promised, we can forget about this little incident. By the way, if you're curious, you came either seven or eight times. In the last few minutes you were constantly shaking, so it was difficult to tell. Perhaps we should have taken breaks in stimulation, then we would have gotten a more impressive result. I think direct clitoral stimulation with orgasms and pauses of five to ten minutes would work best. Although no, then the effect of the ointment would have ended earlier. But if we applied new portions...</div></div> Laura pondered. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">In general, if you liked it, we can repeat it. I think I can keep you at the peak for several hours and make you come a couple dozen times.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, thanks. I don't want to experience anything like that again.</div></div> The doctor smiled. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">What a pity! But now you know what awaits you if you try to steal something from me again.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Such a thought will definitely not cross my mind now.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well then, tell me why you originally came to see me.</div></div> <<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("infirmary_intro", "still_ointment")>><</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Continue|loc_infirmary]] <</if>>

In the morning, Sophie rushed into Alice's room. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Hi! Don't forget - we have kitchen duty today.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What are you talking about?</div></div> Alice looked at her friend in confusion. She hadn't heard anything about this. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Haven't you looked at the duty roster? It's been hanging in the corridor on the bulletin board for a week now.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I didn't even know we had any duties.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Oh, how could I forget to tell you... Basically, since we have maximum independence here, we're responsible for cooking and cleaning the dormitory ourselves. The university only provides ingredients and cleaning supplies. So we make a schedule of who's responsible for what and when. We take turns. To make it fair for everyone. I volunteered to be on duty with you. Sorry, I probably should have discussed it with you first. I didn't think about it.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, it's fine. I don't mind. I just didn't know about the duties, so I was surprised. So, all the girls take turns with kitchen and cleaning duties?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Almost all. Roxy, of course, refused. And a couple of her friends also act like they're above it all. But the rest of us honestly do our part. And today it's our turn.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay, no problem. Just show me what to do and how, because I'm completely clueless.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Okey-dokey! Come on, wake up, wash up, and let's meet in the canteen in half an hour. Just don't be late! Otherwise, I won't be able to get everything done for breakfast by myself.</div></div> [[Continue|c3_kitchen_duty_1]]

<img src="images/c3_kitchen_sophie_1.png" alt="Sophie" width="100%"> In the canteen, Sophie began explaining and showing everything. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Look, most of the food is delivered either ready-made or as semi-prepared products. So we don't need any culinary talents. The main thing is to put the food onto trays and set out the drinks. And then put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and throw out the trash.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sounds simple enough.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Of course! Well, if you love cooking and know how to do it, we can order raw ingredients for our duty and cook everything ourselves. Some girls do that. It turns out tastier than the pre-prepared meals, of course, but it takes a lot of time. And to be honest, I'm not good at cooking. I can make something simple and filling - I often had to cook for everyone at home. But, you know, we didn't have haute cuisine, so I definitely can't create culinary masterpieces.</div></div> Alice smiled and honestly admitted that she wasn't good with cooking either. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Fried eggs, baked potatoes, and boiled meat - that's about the full list of what I'm capable of.</div></div> As they talked, the girls easily managed to complete all the tasks. Alice was afraid they'd have to stay in the canteen all day, but it turned out they just needed to come a bit earlier and prepare everything. And then spend less than an hour cleaning up the dishes and trash. The other girls tried not to create extra work for them and politely removed their plates, stacking them on one of the tables. Only the table where Roxy and her friends sat was left covered with dirty dishes and trash after breakfast and lunch. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What a pest... She's surely doing this on purpose!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Yes, most likely. Would Roxy miss a chance to mock others? Even in such a small thing.</div></div> After dinner, the story repeated itself. After cleaning up after themselves, the girls left the canteen. But Roxy's company continued to sit at the table covered with dirty dishes and didn't seem to be going anywhere. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Maybe we should hurry them up? I don't want to be stuck here until night!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">We shouldn't. She's clearly not just sitting here for no reason. She's planning some mischief again. Let's better wait in the kitchen and not catch her eye.</div></div> [[Hide in the kitchen|c3_kitchen_duty_2]]

<img src="images/c3_kitchen_roxy_1.png" alt="Roxy" width="100%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't we have anyone on duty?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Alice and Sophie are responsible for the kitchen today.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">So where's this sweet couple?</div></div> They were talking deliberately loudly, clearly directing their words not to each other, but to the girls hiding in the kitchen. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What should we do?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">We'll have to go. She won't calm down anyway. She'll either come here herself or send her minions.</div></div> Sophie sighed heavily and, after thinking for a moment, came up with a plan of action. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Let's try not to get into trouble. Roxy clearly wants to have fun at our expense. We'll go out, quickly clean up the dishes, and return to the kitchen. We'll be friendly, but try not to say too much.</div></div> They went out to the dining room and headed towards Roxy's table. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Hi, girls! How are you doing?</div></div> Sophie so skillfully put on a carefree smile that Alice almost believed in its authenticity. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, we're sitting here, waiting for two lazy girls to fulfill their duties. But they were probably making out in the kitchen, so they didn't have time for us. So, are you done now? Have you finally pleased each other?</div></div> Roxy was looking for a reason to conflict, and Alice decided it was better to stay silent. Sophie also left this statement without comment. Carefully stacking the dishes on a tray, they headed towards the kitchen doors. But before Alice could take a couple of steps, she tripped over someone's foot sticking out from under the table. The dishes on the tray clinked, and a glass with unfinished juice slid off the edge and spilled on Denise, who was sitting at the edge of the table. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Damn you! You ruined my favorite top!</div></div> Alice put the tray with dishes back on the table and froze in confusion, not knowing how to get out of this situation. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But you stuck your foot out to trip me!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Are you completely crazy, you stupid bitch?!</div></div> Feigning outrage, Denise jumped up and began to demonstrate the juice stain spreading on her clothes. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_dennis_1.png" alt="Denise" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Are you blind? Can't you see where you're putting your feet? Maybe I should smack you to improve your vision?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Alright, calm down. She didn't do it on purpose. She just tripped accidentally. And nothing terrible will happen to your top. It'll wash out.</div></div> Roxy's voice was surprisingly peaceful, which caught Alice off guard. <span class='thought'>Could it be that she decided not to pick on me? Maybe she just wanted to annoy Denise?</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You didn't do it on purpose, did you, Alice? Will you apologize for your clumsiness?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes, of course! I'm sorry, Denise, I didn't mean to spill on you. It was an accident.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, is that how you apologize?</div></div> Roxy came up from behind and pushed the girl's knees while strongly pressing on her shoulders. Alice fell to her knees. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Apologies should compensate for the moral damage!</div></div> [[Continue|c3_kitchen_duty_3]]

Grabbing Alice by the hair, Roxy forced her to crawl on her knees towards Denise. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What do you think, will this clumsy oaf be able to get your forgiveness?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">I don't know. Only if she really tries hard.</div></div> With these words, Denise pulled off her panties and sat on the bench, lifting her skirt and showing Alice her crotch. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_dennis_2.png" alt="Denise" width="100%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">You can start apologizing!</div></div> [[Lick Denise's pussy|c3_kitchen_duty_4_lick]] [[Refuse|c3_kitchen_duty_4_reject]]

Resigned to her fate, Alice quickly got to work with her tongue, licking Denise's lips and clit. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_alice_lick_1.png" alt="Alice lick" width="80%"> <span class='thought'>The faster she comes, the sooner they'll leave me alone.</span> Roxy looked at this and laughed. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't be so hasty! Didn't your girlfriend teach you anything? Move your tongue smoothly, without jerking.</div></div> Alice obediently slowed down and began to lick slowly and thoroughly, as if trying to properly discern the taste of Denise's pussy. And Roxy watched her closely and commented. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_alice_lick_2.png" alt="Alice lick" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's better! Now dive your tongue into her hole. Good girl, just like that. And play with her clit, she seems to be getting bored.</div></div> Alice slid higher up Denise's slit and began to caress her little bud. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Mmmm...</div></div> Denise let out a long moan and bit her lip. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not bad. Keep her in this state. I'm curious how long she can stay on the edge without orgasm.</div></div> Alice continued to lick Denise, carefully watching her reaction. When she approached orgasm, the girl slowed down, making her cool off a bit, and then started working intensively with her tongue again, making Denise tense up in anticipation of release. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good girl. Keep going like that.</div></div> [[Lick Denise, keeping her on the edge|c3_kitchen_duty_RunSenseMiniGame]]

Denise's face was flushed, her skin covered in beads of sweat, and her muscles twitching convulsively. Finally, the arousal took over and she exploded in orgasm from the lightest touch of Alice's tongue. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Aaaaaah!</div></div> The girl arched her back, tensing every muscle in her body, and slid helplessly to the floor, staring at the ceiling with a blank gaze. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_dennis_3.png" alt="Denise" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Ooooh...</div></div> She moaned weakly, and her body continued to be shaken by waves of rolling pleasure. Finally, the moans gave way to heavy breathing, and Denise began to calm down. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Impressive.</div></div> Roxy peered into Denise's face, which had spread into a blissful smile. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">How does it feel?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Awesome...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">It shows.</div></div> Roxy looked approvingly at Alice. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good girl. You did well. I think Denise has already forgiven you for your mistake. Now it's time to thank me for my invaluable advice.</div></div> <span class='thought'>Oh, no... My tongue won't survive another marathon like that!</span> However, Roxy had a different idea. She brought a rather large cucumber from the kitchen and handed it to Alice. Alice was slightly confused. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You want me to... with this?</div></div> She made a characteristic gesture, moving the vegetable in a circle with her fingers. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Almost guessed it! Put it in your mouth and lie down on the bench.</div></div> With a resigned sigh, Alice took the improvised dildo in her mouth and lay face up. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_alice_cucumber.png" alt="alice_cucumber" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I see you've already guessed what's coming next.</div></div> Stripping off her clothes, Roxy hovered over the girl's face. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_roxy_standing.png" alt="roxy_standing" width="50%"> Then she slowly lowered herself, impaling her wet, aroused vagina on the vegetable protruding from the girl's mouth. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Mmm... Not bad. Come on, swallow it deeper! I want to feel your lips on my pussy.</div></div> Alice obediently allowed the cucumber to be pushed deeper into her throat. Now she could barely breathe, and Roxy was practically sitting on her face. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's much better!</div></div> Roxy grabbed the girl's hair and leaned on her with all her weight, pressing her pussy tightly against Alice's lips. The ill-fated cucumber completely disappeared into the girl's mouth and her assailant's vagina. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_roxy_riding.png" alt="roxy_riding" width="80%"> And then Roxy began to move her hips, masturbating with the vegetable clenched in Alice's mouth. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ughk...</div></div> The girl barely suppressed her gag reflex when the foreign object stirred in her throat. <span class='thought'>Damn, how deep I had to swallow it. It's even hard to breathe.</span> She closed her eyes and tried to focus on breathing. However, Roxy immediately flicked Alice's nose with her finger. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't close your eyes! Look at me.</div></div> Alice obediently opened her eyes and stared at Roxy bouncing on her face. And Roxy continued to rotate her pelvis, sometimes slightly rising, then lowering herself down again, pressing her vagina against the girl's lips. The juice from her pussy flowed abundantly downward, filling Alice's mouth. Soon she felt no tastes or smells other than those coming from the rider's crotch. After bouncing thoroughly, Roxy began to fiddle with her clit with her fingers, occasionally slightly scratching Alice's nose with her long nails. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Aaaarr!</div></div> Finally, Roxy came with a growl, generously flooding Alice's face with her juices. Taking the cucumber out of her pussy and the girl's mouth, she held it out to her. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Eat it.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What?</div></div> Alice was confused. The idea of eating a vegetable just pulled out of a vagina was insane. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I said: Eat it! I want you to look me in the eyes and slowly chew this damn cucumber that I just pulled out of my cunt. In case you haven't fully experienced my taste yet. Savor it completely, enjoy it, and remember it!</div></div> [[Eat it|c3_kitchen_duty_4_lick_eat]] [[Refuse|c3_kitchen_duty_4_lick_eat_reject]]

Alice obediently began to bite off pieces of the cucumber, looking Roxy directly in the eyes. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's it. Down to the very last piece.</div></div> <span class='thought'>Fucking perverted bitch...</span> The taste didn't bother the girl too much. When the juice from Roxy's pussy was flowing directly into her mouth, it was much stronger and more unpleasant. But the very realization that she had to eat a vegetable that had been inside this pervert's vagina was disgusting. However, she managed to force herself to chew the warm cucumber, trying not to think about where exactly it had gotten so warm. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well done.</div></div> Roxy patted her cheek approvingly. Picking up her clothes, she left the cafeteria. Her friends followed, actively discussing the show they had just witnessed. Soon Alice was left alone with Sophie. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">How are you?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Disgusting. I can't find another word for it.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I'm sorry. If it's any consolation, I've also had to deal with Roxy's sick erotic fantasies multiple times. Want me to tell you about it? If it'll make you feel better.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, thanks. I've had enough insanity for today. I don't want to know what else that bitch is capable of.</div></div> <<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("kitchen_duty","eat")>><</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] <</if>>

Alice shook her head negatively. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No way. That's too much.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm the one who decides what's too much and what's just right. But since you've decided to show some character... Agreed, we'll find another use for this cucumber.</div></div> She looked around. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey, girls, strip these two bitches of their clothes. I have an idea.</div></div> Her friends enthusiastically pounced on Alice and Sophie. Before they could blink, they were completely naked. Alice was immediately spread out on one of the tables. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_alice_table.png" alt="Alice" width="80%"> Sophie tried to slip out of the attackers' hands but received a push in the back and ended up bent over another table. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_sophi_table.png" alt="Sophie" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not like that!</div></div> Roxy continued to direct the abuse. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Put them both on their backs on the table, ass-to-ass and legs spread apart!</div></div> The girls tried to resist, but their efforts were in vain. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now a simple question: pussy or ass?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Ass it is, then.</div></div> Roxy positioned the cucumber between the girls' anuses. Obeying her command, her friends began to press on Alice and Sophie's shoulders, pushing them towards each other. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaah!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Ow-ow-ow!</div></div> The girls cried out in unison as the tips of the vegetable began to sink into their bottoms. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on, stop screaming! It's not that thick. Come on, girls, push harder, I want our friends' butts to meet.</div></div> The pressure on the girls' shoulders increased, forcing their anuses to sink deeper. Eventually, the moaning girls' bottoms touched each other. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_anal_cucumber.png" alt="Anal cucumber" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now that's perfect! Stay like that. We're going to bed.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Should we tie them up so they don't run away until morning?</div></div> This idea horrified Alice. She imagined having to spend the night with a cucumber in her ass and how the girls coming for breakfast in the morning would find her and Sophie in this humiliating position. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No! Roxy, please, don't!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why not? I think it's an excellent punishment for two stubborn bitches. Or are you an obedient bitch now?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I understand! I'm obedient!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You're an obedient what?</div></div> Alice sighed heavily and mumbled: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm an obedient bitch...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Louder!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'M AN OBEDIENT BITCH!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good girl.</div></div> She slapped Sophie's bare bottom. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And you, do you need a special invitation? Or are you just lying there for decoration?</div></div> Sophie obediently repeated: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I'm an obedient bitch.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Excellent! And since you're so obedient, we can go to bed now, it's late. You two will lie here for another hour by yourselves. Then you can go. Alright, good night!</div></div> Saying this, she left the cafeteria with her friends. The last girl to leave paused for a second and turned off the light. Alice and Sophie were left in complete darkness. [[Continue|c3_kitchen_duty_4_lick_eat_reject_1]]

After waiting for a few minutes, Alice asked: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Do you think they've left?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Probably.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Maybe we can go too?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">And if you run into Roxy, what will you tell her? Though it doesn't matter what we say. Better think about what she'll do to us.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't want to think about that.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Well, then just lie here and wait.</div></div> Alice fell silent, but after a few minutes, she asked again: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Let's at least pull out this damn cucumber! My butt hurts!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">And in half an hour, Roxy will come to check on her "obedient bitches" and shove a pineapple up your ass instead of the cucumber. And mine too.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">A pineapple won't fit in the butt.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Trust me, she'll find something equally fun. So lie still and endure it. Since you found it disgusting to eat this damn vegetable, now we'll both enjoy it in our asses!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You're talking like it's all my fault! It's that bitch Roxy! She set this up on purpose.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Why did you argue with her? If she told you to eat it - chew and be quiet. We'd be resting in our rooms by now.</div></div> Alice was breathless with indignation. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Chew and be quiet? A cucumber she just pulled out of her cunt?!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">As if you hadn't tasted her cunt! She rubbed it on your lips for fifteen minutes until she came!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It's still disgusting. And blaming me after what she made me do - that's nasty and unfair! Some friend you are!</div></div> Alice sniffled indignantly. After a couple of minutes, Sophie said: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I'm sorry. Of course, it's not your fault. I'm just angree because of this pain. That's why I lashed out.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It's okay, I'm not offended. I'm in pain too. I would have eaten a dozen of these cucumbers if I had known that refusing would result in her shoving it up our asses.</div></div> They were silent for a few more minutes, and then Alice asked: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Listen, how will we know when an hour has passed?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Slowly count seconds to yourself. When you reach three thousand six hundred - that's about an hour. Approximately.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh... That's so long! How long have we been lying here?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Seems like about ten minutes.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Only ten minutes?!</div></div> Alice jerked, and her butt immediately responded with pain. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Ow! Don't move! This damn vegetable is already stretching our butts, and you want to completely wreck my anus?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sorry.</div></div> Alice tried not to move and just count the seconds. But they dragged on incredibly slowly. [[Continue|c3_kitchen_duty_4_lick_eat_reject_2]]

It was dark and quiet around. Due to the lack of other stimuli, her consciousness constantly focused on the sensations in her butt. The sharp pain had been replaced by a nagging feeling of discomfort that wouldn't go away. Rather, it was increasing with each minute. <span class='thought'>I need to distract myself somehow. Think about something else. But what? I can't see or hear anything. Of all the senses - only the cucumber in my ass and Sophie's butt pressing against me.</span> Suddenly, Alice felt awkward about this thought. Somehow, until this moment, she hadn't thought about the fact that she was lying next to her naked friend, tightly pressed against each other's intimate parts. <span class='thought'>Damn, what am I thinking about? What shame is there after everything Roxy has done to me in the past few days! Although that was Roxy. I perceive her as some kind of sexual natural disaster. And this is Sophie. I hadn't even seen her naked until today. And now we're skewered by our asses on one, um... vegetable, like resembling meat on a barbecue stick.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Hey, what's up with you?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What do you mean?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Your pussy is wet!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, it's not! You're just imagining it!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">How can I be imagining it when we're pressed together? I can feel it! Does this situation turn you on?</div></div> <span class='thought'>Damn! Damn! Damn!</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sorry, it's from nervousness.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">It's okay, everything's fine.</div></div> Sophie smirked and... slightly moved her hips, rubbing her crotch against Alice's. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey, don't do that!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">But it's true... You're aroused. Your pussy is wet and hot.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Come on, let's not do this, okay? I've had enough with one crazy pervert Roxy. If my only friend starts throwing sexual jokes at me too - I'll go completely crazy here!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Okay, I won't anymore. It's just funny. A girl lying on a table in a dark cafeteria with a cucumber in her ass and getting wet. I envy your ability to find small joys in such situations!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sophie, if you don't stop teasing me, I'll kick you!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Yeah. Just don't tear your butt when you're kicking. Okay, I promise to be quiet and not move until the end of our "term". But only if you honestly answer one question for me.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What question?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">When you were licking Denise's pussy - what did you feel?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Are you kidding me?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">No, I'm just curious. You were pleasuring her so enthusiastically!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Roxy was standing over me telling me what to do! What choice did I have? Can you imagine what she would have done to me if I had started refusing and resisting?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Well, yeah. Actually, she didn't do anything bad!</div></div> Sophie laughed. This caused her pussy to rub against Alice again, and the cucumber in her butt moved. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch! Stop it!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Alright, alright! I'm quiet and lying still. But still answer the question. I'm really curious how a supposedly heterosexual girl can lick so enthusiastically.</div></div> <span class='thought'>Damn, what did I actually feel at that moment?</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">At first it was unpleasant. Disgusting and repulsive. And it hurt that Roxy was making me do such a thing. Then... I don't know. I kind of became indifferent. Just licking and licking. Roxy told me to move my tongue slowly and thoroughly, so that's what I did. I tried to keep Denise on the edge of orgasm.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">You did an excellent job! If you could have seen her face - she was as red as a tomato and dripping like a bitch within a couple of minutes.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, I felt how she was dripping better than others! My face is still covered in her juices. And then Roxy added to it with her bouncing. More than anything, I want to wash my face and brush my teeth right now. No, first of all, I want to pull this damn cucumber out of my ass, and then wash up.</div></div> Sophie laughed again. But this time carefully, trying not to move the lower part of her body. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I think we can solve our main problem now. By my estimation, an hour has already passed. How many seconds did you count?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't know. I lost count somewhere around two and a half thousand.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Oh, right! You found some more interesting thoughts.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sophie! You promised!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Alright, I'm quiet-quiet!</div></div> Sophie carefully reached back, pulling her butt off the vegetable. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Oooh... That feels so good! If I didn't have such a stubborn friend, I wouldn't have understood what a pleasure it is when nothing is stretching my ass!</div></div> Alice slowly, trying not to disturb her much-suffering butt, pulled out the cucumber. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Your attitude towards what's happening sometimes scares me. After today's "adventures", I don't feel like joking at all.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Well, that's a shame! Take everything with humor. You're alive, you're healthy - that's the main thing. And the rest - these are passing troubles.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm not sure about the "healthy" part...</div></div> Alice tried to feel her anus. It was sore and the opened much wide than nature intended. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_alice_anal_gap.png" alt="Anal cucumber" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Don't worry, it will heal. Have you never had anal sex?</div></div> <<silently>> <<run $tmp_has_anal = setup.get_scene_result("bad_morning") == "resisted">> <</silently>> <<if $tmp_has_anal>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Does a jump rope handle in the ass count?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Depends on how big it was.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It was big enough for me.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Well, then you understand that even after this cucumber your butt will heal too. If it hurts a lot - go see Laura, she has a good remedy. It relieves pain and um... reduces the opening.</div></div> <<else>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I've never even thought about it.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Oh... Then I sympathize. Such a "toy" is clearly too big for the first time. Better visit Laura tomorrow. She has a good remedy. It relieves pain and um... reduces the opening.</div></div> <</if>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'll definitely go see her!</div></div> <<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("kitchen_duty","anal_join")>><</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] <</if>>

Alice shook her head negatively and tried to wriggle out of Roxy's hands. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm not going to lick her! Are you completely out of your mind?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What a stubborn girl! With character.</div></div> Roxy yanked Alice's hair, turning her face towards herself. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">If you play hard to get, I'll run the entire stream of students through you. First, you'll service every female student's holes in this university with your tongue. Then it'll be the boys' turn. And you'll be fucked by everyone who doesn't mind. I guarantee that after this, you'll be as soft and obedient as a well-trained dog.</div></div> Roxy watched with pleasure the fear on the girl's face. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I see you've grasped the perspective. But I'm feeling generous today. So I'm offering two options - either you lick Denise's pussy, or your friend will do it. Hey, kitten! How do you like that idea?</div></div> Sophie stood nearby, held by Roxy's friends, looking fearfully at what was happening. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Can you handle such a task? It's not your first time, after all!</div></div> The girls holding Sophie pushed their victim, and she obediently came closer. Despite the displeasure written on her face, she didn't try to resist. [[ - No need! I'll do it!|c3_kitchen_duty_4_lick]] [[Stay silent|c3_kitchen_duty_4_reject_2]]

Sophie was dragged to Denise and put on her knees between her legs. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_sophi_on_her_knees.png" alt="Sophi on her knees" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Get to it, what are you waiting for?</div></div> The redhead girl obediently pressed her face into Denise's crotch. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Oh, yes! You can immediately feel the tongue of an experienced licker!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Our kitten is talented. And most importantly - well-trained.</div></div> Roxy stroked the head of the girl diligently working on her friend's pussy. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Only, why haven't you taught your friend?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Well, let her watch and learn!</div></div> Denise spread her legs wider and, grabbing Sophie by the hair, turned her head slightly. Now Alice could see how her friend's tongue quickly ran over the girl's lips and clitoris. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't be shy! Take a closer look!</div></div> Roxy dragged Alice closer, forcing her to stare at Sophie's face and Denise's pussy. Sophie's expression was detached. She closed her eyes and seemed to think about nothing, just trying to bring Denise to orgasm as quickly as possible and end this humiliation. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_sophi_lick.png" alt="Sophi licks" width="100%"> Alice felt ashamed that she had set Sophie up instead of herself. Approaching the girl's ear, she whispered apologies quietly. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sorry. I didn't want this.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What are you whispering about there? Comforting your friend? It's too late for comfort, you need to help! Come on, use both tongues!</div></div> Roxy grabbed her and Sophie by the hair and pressed their faces tightly against Denise's crotch. [[Lick|c3_kitchen_duty_4_reject_3]]

Alice obediently joined her friend and started working with her tongue. It was a strange sensation. She could smell Denise's pussy and Sophie's breath. While caressing the folds and clitoris of the girl, she constantly met with her friend's tongue. It all seemed like some crazy intertwining of oral caresses and the most perverted kiss that could ever come to mind. <img src="images/c3_kitchen_double_lick.png" alt="Double lick" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Ooooh! Yes! That's even better!</div></div> Denise leaned back, enjoying the girls' caresses. Alice could feel Denise' lips and clit swelling under her tongue. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Aaaaah!</div></div> Denise arched her back and tightly squeezed their heads with her thighs. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Simply amazing! This is some kind of high! If only we could add a dick, I'd probably go crazy with pleasure.</div></div> Roxy laughed out loud. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You're never satisfied! The girls tried so hard, and you still want a dick. Be happy with what you got.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Come on! Can't I even dream... Do you want some? While their tongues are still warm.</div></div> Denise pointed Roxy to the girls still kneeling. She looked at them, then at the heated Denise, and unexpectedly replied: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I do. But not them. Let's go to the room, sweetie. You'll thank me for this sexual entertainment. And believe me, your tongue won't get off so easily.</div></div> Denise smiled in response. And demonstratively licked her lips. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">As if I've ever refused!</div></div> Hugging and groping each other, they left the dining room. The other girls followed them. [[Continue|c3_kitchen_duty_4_reject_finnish]]

As soon as the door closed behind the assailants, Alice apologized to Sophie once again. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sorry. I shouldn't have resisted. It was clear that Roxy would force me to do what she wanted anyway. And this way, you got hurt too.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Okay, let's forget it. Just next time, when you decide to show her your character, please make sure I'm not around. I don't like getting in trouble because of someone else's stubbornness.</div></div> They quickly tidied themselves up and finally cleared the dishes. As they were leaving the dining room, Sophie said: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">You know, we got off very easily. It could have been much worse. And longer. Apparently, Roxy really got turned on by the sight of Denise coming. I think now she'll have to lick her mistress's holes all night and do who knows what else.</div></div> Alice looked at her friend in bewilderment. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You think Roxy will punish her? For what?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Not punish, but make her feel that she's just as much a sex toy. So she doesn't get cocky. And Roxy knows how to mix sex with humiliation very inventively. So if you wanted to get revenge on Denise - you can rejoice. She's in for a tough night.</div></div> Alice just shrugged. She felt neither sympathy nor hatred for Roxy's girlfriend. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You know, I perceive her as a spineless toy. Just an appendage to her mistress. It's like being angry at a rubber sex doll. I wonder if she really enjoys constantly pleasing Roxy, or if she's just playing a role?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Who knows. I think Denise is just as sexually obsessed as Roxy. But as for how much she's satisfied with the role of eternal sub... Honestly, I don't really care about that.</div></div> <<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("kitchen_duty","sophie_lick")>><</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] <</if>>

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis"><div class="odiosis">Oops, it didn't work out. Well, here's a hint - you need to keep the girl's arousal in the green zone. If you're too rough, it will be unpleasant for her. But you shouldn't slack off either. Also, pay attention that different parts of the pussy have different sensitivities. It's unlikely the girl will climax if you only caress her outer lips.</div></div> Press the mouse button and move the "tongue" over the girl's pussy. Make sure her arousal stays in the green zone. If it drops - caress more sensitive areas, like the clitoris. If you're too rough - it will be unpleasant for her, so find a balance. Speed doesn't affect the score, so don't fap your mouse. The main thing is to constantly move in the "right" places. Keep in mind that if Alice is in pain - the game becomes much harder. This is the first such game, so if you've tried several times and failed - you can skip it. But in the future, watch Alice's health. Otherwise, you'll constantly fail mini-games. [[Play again|c3_kitchen_duty_RunSenseMiniGame]] [[Skip|c3_kitchen_duty_lick_game_win]]

<<silently>> <<run $pain_level = setup.get_pain_level() >> <<set $is_sophie_friend = $relationships.sophie >= $magnitude.major>> <</silently>> Sophie entered the room. <<if $is_sophie_friend>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Hey, friend! I'm here with another portion of secret knowledge.</div></div> Alice looked at her with interest. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sounds intriguing. Go on, tell me.</div></div> <<else>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Hey, Alice. I've got some information you might find useful.</div></div> Alice looked at her with curiosity. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh? What is it?</div></div> <</if>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">First of all, how are you feeling?</div></div> <<if $pain_level > 0>> Alice frowned. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It would be surprising if I felt good after everything that happened.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Great!</div></div> She hesitated briefly, her face flushing with embarrassment, before hastily amending her statement. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Oh, I'm sorry! That's not what I meant. Of course, I feel bad for you. But I know how to help you!</div></div> <<else>> Alice listened to her sensations. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm okay, I guess...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Great! But if you ever feel bad, don't hesitate to ask for help.</div></div> <</if>> Sophie paused for a moment, apparently formulating something meaningful from her stream of thoughts. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">There's an infirmary on campus. You exit the dormitory, walk through the park, and turn right. There's a small building with a red cross, you can't miss it. The doctor's name is Laura. She can cure any disease or... um... injury. But not for free, of course. It's a hundred dollars per procedure. And keep in mind, one procedure is for one body part. So if you have a headache and a bruised knee, that's two procedures. So I advise treating what hurts the most first.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What if I don't have enough money?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">You can buy painkillers from her. They don't work as well, but they relieve pain throughout the body. So if you're really bad off and don't have enough money for treatment, that's an option too. And if you're completely broke...</div></div> Sophie fell silent, apparently considering whether she should continue. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Well, if you have no money at all, still drop by Laura's. Maybe you can work something out.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay, got it. Thanks for the information!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Wait, that's not all. To finish university, you need to pass all the exams. And as you might have noticed, the conditions for studying here aren't great. But there are a few options to get credit without taking exams.</div></div> Alice winced painfully. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Roxy again?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Not just her. No, you can certainly ask her for help, but first, it's not guaranteed she'll agree. And second, you never know what she'll demand in return. There's a more reliable option. In room eight lives a girl named Mia. She keeps to herself, so I don't know much about who she is or where she's from. Most likely, she's also from a wealthy family, because Roxy doesn't bother her. But that's not important. The main thing is that she has some connections. So for a thousand dollars, she can get you credit for any subject.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">A thousand dollars?!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Yes, it's not cheap. And there's no point in trying to bargain with her. Mia won't lower the price no matter what. But the result is guaranteed. You give the money - you get the credit.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So if I come to her with a thick wad of cash, I could get a diploma tomorrow?</div></div> Sophie looked confused. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I don't know... Do you have that much money?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Of course not.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Then what's the point of this conversation? In two years, I've only gone to her three times. And believe me, earning that amount was very difficult for me. So unless you have a very close, very rich, and very sick relative from whom you might suddenly inherit, it's better not to count on this option too much.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay, thanks...</div></div> <span class='thought'>An interesting option... Need to think about all this.</span> <<if $is_sophie_friend>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Great! Then I'll be off. Drop by my place if you need anything.</div></div> <<else>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Alright, I'll be off. Let me know if you need anything.</div></div> <</if>> <<silently>> <<run setup.finish_scene("sophie_fixer", "main")>> <</silently>> [[Continue|loc_alice_room]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Can it be cheaper somehow? I'm completely broke.</div></div> Laura thought about it. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Actually, I don't usually do free treatment. But I need an assistant for an experiment right now. If you agree to help me, I'll fix you up in return!</div></div> [[I agree.|c4_infirmary_experiment_accept]] [[I'll pass|c4_infirmary_experiment_return]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sorry, but your experiments scare me. I'm not feeling bad enough to participate in them. Maybe some other time.</div></div> Laura shrugged indifferently. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Suit yourself. But don't expect me to give you a discount just because.</div></div> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Back|loc_infirmary]] <</if>>

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes, of course!</div></div> Alice nodded eagerly. The opportunity to save a lot of money just by helping Laura seemed like a great idea. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Perfect. Let's fix you up first and then we'll begin. Lie down on the examination table.</div></div> <img src="images/c4_alice_on_chair.png" alt="c4_alice_on_chair" width="50%"> After undressing, Alice settled onto the couch. Taking some ointments, Laura began rubbing them into the girl's skin. <<if setup.get_scene_result("infirmary_intro") == "still_ointment">> <span class='thought'>I hope it's not that stuff she put on me last time. I really don't want to go insane from all that itching and arousal again!</span> <</if>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Turn onto your stomach.</div></div> Alice obediently lay face down. Laura's hands glided softly over the girl's body, calming and relaxing her. Apparently deciding not to bother figuring out what hurt on Alice, she simply rubbed the medicine all over her body, from head to toe. <img src="images/c4_alice_on_table.png" alt="c4_alice_on_table" width="100%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh!</div></div> The girl flinched when Laura's hands slid between her legs. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Lie still and don't move.</div></div> The doctor calmly continued the procedure, moving higher and higher up the inner side of Alice's thigh. <span class='thought'>What is she doing? Is this still treatment or has it become harassment?</span> While Alice was wondering if she should protest, get up and leave, Laura's hands reached her most intimate places. [[Continue|c4_infirmary_experiment_1]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey! What are you doing?</div></div> Laura's fingers unceremoniously slid inside the girl's pussy. <img src="images/c4_alice_fingers.png" alt="c4_alice_fingers" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Don't interfere with the procedure, or I'll tie you down.</div></div> Alice snorted indignantly. <span class='thought'>Yeah, "medical procedure"! More like sexual harassment...</span> Laura was in no hurry to remove her hand. She slowly moved her fingers inside Alice, stroking the delicate walls of her vagina. The feeling of aversion caused by the unceremonious and uninvited penetration was joined by a slight warmth in her lower abdomen - Alice's body was responding to the caresses despite her consciousness. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Stop...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I'm almost done. Need to treat everything thoroughly. I did promise you free treatment after all.</div></div> Finally, she pulled her fingers out of the girl's womb and began stroking her skin again. However, before Alice could calm down, she felt touches to her anus. <span class='thought'>Well, you won't be able to get in there!</span> The girl tensed her buttocks, trying to keep Laura out of her hole. However, Laura wasn't rushing. She gently massaged the girl's anal ring, generously coating it with ointment. And as soon as Alice's tired muscle relaxed, the doctor's finger penetrated inside with one strong movement. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Does it really hurt? Come on! There's so much lubricant here you could fit a whole fist!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't you dare!</div></div> The girl fearfully raised herself on the couch. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I wasn't planning to. Relax.</div></div> Realizing that Laura would get her way regardless, Alice tried to relax. <span class='thought'>Surely she won't actually tear up my butt!</span> The sensation of a finger deep in her rectum was strange. And when Laura began stretching her hole, smoothly inserting a second finger, it became unpleasant and painful. [[Continue|c4_infirmary_experiment_2]]

<<silently>><<run setup.reset_pain()>><</silently>> <img src="images/c4_alice_fingers_ass.png" alt="c4_alice_fingers_ass" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Stop! It hurts.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Yes, perhaps we should stick to just two fingers. You're very tight. Though that won't last long. Something tells me that in our university they'll quickly stretch out all your holes. But don't worry! This ointment not only relieves pain, but helps muscles contract. So by tomorrow your holes will be like those of an innocent virgin!</div></div> This news didn't exactly thrill Alice. On one hand - the ability to quickly get rid of the effects of unwanted intrusions was nice. On the other - it meant that if Roxy wanted to impale Alice on a dildo or something similar again, it would be just as painful as the first time. Laura again didn't limit herself to just penetration. For several minutes she massaged the girl from inside, making her periodically wince in pain when the doctor's fingers stretched her hole too much. Several times she slowly pulled them out of Alice's ass. The girl would immediately relax, enjoying the moment when the foreign object left her rectum. But Laura would immediately push her fingers back in, making Alice flinch and moan softly. Finally, she removed her hand and walked over to the sink. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, now the procedure is complete.</div></div> <span class='thought'>Procedure? Or did she just get tired of poking around inside me? She was clearly enjoying feeling me up from the inside.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That's it? Can I get dressed?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Why? Did you forget that you promised to help me with an experiment?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I remember. But do I have to be naked for it?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">It will be simpler this way. Sit tight, I'll be right back.</div></div> Laura disappeared behind the door leading to the storage room. <span class='thought'>Oh, I don't like this... I have a feeling that by help with an experiment she didn't mean washing test tubes or writing in a journal. Maybe I should run?</span> Alice looked doubtfully at her clothes lying nearby and the unlocked door. Nothing was stopping her from just getting up, getting dressed and leaving right now. <span class='thought'>No, better not. Laura would surely make me pay for pulling something like that. And getting on the bad side of the only doctor in the university would be unwise. I'll have to participate in her experiment since I promised. It probably won't be anything worse than unceremoniously poking fingers in my private parts.</span> Laura returned a few minutes later, holding a book and a small case. [[Continue|c4_infirmary_experiment_3]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">So here's the thing. I have a hypothesis. I suspect that many of our students lack motivation to focus and show better results in their studies.</div></div> Alice had her own opinion about what was preventing students from studying here, but she decided to keep it to herself. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I have here a collection of simple questions on core subjects. I need you to answer a hundred of them as quickly as possible. I'll measure the time and number of errors. Then I'll add some motivation for you and we'll repeat the experiment. Ready?</div></div> Alice shrugged. <span class='thought'>What a strange idea. And how is she planning to motivate me? Will she give me sugar cubes like a trained animal?</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Excellent! Then let's begin. So, first question...</div></div> Alice listened carefully and tried to answer as quickly and accurately as possible. The questions were indeed easy. Some from high school math, some physics, some history. Though most were simple riddles testing general knowledge. The entrance exam had probably been much harder. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">...And that was the last, hundredth question.</div></div> Laura looked at her watch. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">It only took you fifteen minutes. Very good. And you answered almost all questions correctly. You're quite a clever girl, aren't you.</div></div> Pulling the case she brought closer, Laura opened it and took out some wires. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What's that?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">This is your motivation! I'll attach these wires to your body and every time you make a mistake or take too long to answer, you'll get an electric shock.</div></div> Alice looked at Laura in horror. <span class='thought'>Is she out of her mind?</span> [[ - I didn't sign up for this!|c4_infirmary_experiment_4_no]] [[Well, since I promised...|c4_infirmary_experiment_4]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I didn't sign up for this!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">You promised to help me with the experiment!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I thought you needed an assistant, not a lab rat.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">It doesn't matter what you thought! By the way, I treated you for free.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yeah! And fingered me to your heart's content. Or will you say that was purely for medical purposes?</div></div> Laura didn't argue with the obvious. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Alright. What else do you want?</div></div> [[ - 1000 bucks!|c4_infirmary_experiment_4_trade]] [[ - I refuse!|c4_infirmary_experiment_reject]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">If you want to play these kinds of games, you'll have to pay. Let's say, a thousand dollars.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">What, have you been hanging out with Mia too much? Caught her obsession with money? That little miser is always demanding discounts and trying to bargain for bonuses. Well, fine, I can give you a hundred if you're obedient.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">800!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">You definitely talked to Mia... 300. And only because I'm feeling generous today.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">500! Or I'm leaving right now.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Fine, agreed.</div></div> Laura took out a wallet from her inner pocket and handed the girl five hundred-dollar bills. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">But now don't you dare refuse or try to escape before the experiment is over. I definitely won't forgive that kind of stunt.</div></div> Alice took the money and stuffed it in the pocket of her dress lying nearby. <span class='thought'>Maybe I was too hasty? She agreed rather easily. Perhaps I should have asked for more. Or refused altogether.</span> Laura's willingness to part with such a large sum made the girl uneasy. However, it was too late to back out now. <<silently>><<run $money += 500>><</silently>> [[Continue|c4_infirmary_experiment_4]]

Alice stood up and started getting dressed. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I refuse! I'm not a complete idiot to let you shock me with electricity.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, well, what a delicate flower! What kind of students we have these days. When it comes to partying - they're up for anything. They come to me with torn up bodies and don't complain about a thing. But when they need to endure a little discomfort for science - they run away immediately. Fine, to hell with you. Get out. But don't expect any discounts or favors in the future. For you now, all services are paid and cash only.</div></div> Already walking out of the office, Alice thought that perhaps she should have been more diplomatic. Now if she ends up without money, Laura won't help her. <<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("c4_infirmary_experiment","rejected")>><</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] <</if>>

Taking a couple of wires from her case, Laura attached them to the girl's nipples. <img src="images/c4_alice_breast_stickers.png" alt="c4_alice_breast_stickers" width="50%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What, right there?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Where did you think?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, I don't know... I thought on the buttocks or some other less sensitive places.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">If you want, I can put a couple on your butt too. In my opinion, the more the better. Now, spread your legs.</div></div> She attached the next electrode to the girl's clitoris. <img src="images/c4_alice_pussy_sticker.png" alt="c4_alice_pussy_sticker" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Won't that be too painful?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">It's painful enough to make you want to answer quickly and correctly. But they won't cause any serious harm. So, shall we put electrodes on your butt, or are these enough?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No need!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Alright, we'll save your behind for next time.</div></div> Alice ignored her comment, anxiously looking at the red wires extending from her nipples and pussy. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Is this really safe?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Absolutely. There are two contacts next to each other. The discharge will go between them. It'll feel like someone pinched you.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">How hard?</div></div> Laura smiled and looked into the frightened girl's eyes. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Are you scared?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Excellent, that means you'll try your hardest. And that's the whole point of the experiment. Let's begin.</div></div> Laura started the timer and began asking questions. Alice answered carefully, remembering that a mistake would result in painful punishment. At first, she took much longer to answer each question than the first time. But then she calmed down a bit and sped up. Everything went well until her first mistake. [[Continue|c4_infirmary_experiment_5]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Wrong answer.</div></div> Laura pressed some button in the case and a sharp pain shot through the girl's nipples. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!!!</div></div> Alice jumped from the sudden and sharp pain. It felt like her nipples were squeezed with pliers and then yanked hard. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ow...</div></div> Although the shock lasted no more than a second, the burning pain subsided slowly. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Next question...</div></div> After receiving the shock, Alice tensed up again and answered very slowly. <span class='thought'>Just don't make a mistake, just don't make a mistake...</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">You're thinking too long!</div></div> Laura pressed the button again and this time the shock pierced through the girl's clitoris. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaaah!</div></div> This was much more painful than the previous time. Alice felt like a hot coal was pressed against her pussy. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Focus! The slower and dumber your answers, the more painful it will be.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I can't focus! My nipples and clit hurt. And I'm scared you'll press that damn button again!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, try harder. It's all in your hands. Answer correctly and there won't be any more pain.</div></div> Alas, it was easier said than done. All of the girl's thoughts were focused on the stinging pain in her intimate areas. She tried to distract herself, but fear constantly attacked her consciousness. After each answer, she froze, afraid that she had made a mistake and would receive an electric shock to her sensitive parts. Within a couple of minutes, she answered incorrectly again. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaouch!!!</div></div> This time the shock went through all three electrodes, burning her nipples and clitoris simultaneously. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oooow... It hurts!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Of course. That's the whole point. Pain should motivate you to focus and try your hardest!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It doesn't motivate shit! I'm scared, in pain, and my head can't think straight! Let's finish. Obviously, your idea isn't working.</div></div> <span class='thought'>Because it was idiotic from the start!</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">No. Listen carefully and answer the questions.</div></div> <span class='thought'>What a stubborn fool...</span> Laura continued questioning Alice, but she had completely lost the ability to think clearly. Less than a minute passed before she made another mistake. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Wrong.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaaah!</div></div> This time the shock was longer and stronger, making the girl scream at full volume and grip the couch with her hands. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">With each mistake, your punishment will intensify. This should help you think better.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">ARE YOU COMPLETELY INSANE??!!</div></div> In fury, Alice tore off the electrodes, crying out in pain again. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That's it, I've had enough! I don't know how you came up with this idiotic idea, but you'd have to be a complete moron to believe that someone being shocked in their most sensitive areas would start thinking better.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">We agreed that you'd complete the experiment...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well this IS the fucking end! Or do you think I'll suddenly become Einstein now? You practically fried my clit! Look here!</div></div> Alice pointed to the reddened skin on her pussy. <img src="images/c4_alice_pussy_red.png" alt="c4_alice_pussy_red" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Know how much it hurts?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Nothing serious. Just a minor irritation. It'll pass in a couple of days. Let me attach the electrodes slightly away from the damaged spot and we'll continue.</div></div> Alice exploded at such a suggestion. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Attach them to yourself! I'm done! Whatever you think, I honestly fulfilled my promise and helped you. You can be 100% sure - electric shocks don't add brainpower! And if you're in doubt - keep testing it on yourself.</div></div> Laura looked at the girl's furious face and decided not to insist on continuing. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, alright. Let's consider the experiment complete. A negative result is still a result. Though I should have strapped you to the examination table to avoid such outbursts.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And then you would have turned my nipples and clit into barbecue! No way!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Come on. It's not that bad. Want me to treat it? Free of charge. As a bonus.</div></div> Alice considered the offer. Her nipples and private parts were indeed stinging badly, and the prospect of immediate relief was tempting. However, remembering how her first "free" treatment had gone, she decided not to risk it. <span class='thought'>Who knows what she'll come up with. What if her treatment turns out to be even more painful?</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No thanks. I'll manage.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, if you enjoy enduring pain - who am I to judge your deviations? Just keep in mind that for the next couple of days, you'd better not touch yourself. Otherwise, the skin irritation will take longer to heal.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh my, what a shame! And I was just planning to fiddle with my fried bean!</div></div> Snorting, Alice started getting dressed. Laura watched her thoughtfully. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">You know, I think my experiment did yield some result after all. You've become more insolent and sarcastic. Interesting. I'll have to think about this effect.</div></div> Alice just smiled sarcastically. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Glad I could be of use! Your observations are invaluable to science. All the best, our dear Dr. Mengele. Call me if you need a lab rat again, and I'll make sure to hide far away from you!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Yeah, all the best to you too...</div></div> Laura thoughtfully watched the girl leaving her office. When the door closed behind her, she muttered: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Why would I need to call you. You'll come back to me many times on your own. Mengele, you say? Well, well, I'll remember that, you little pest.</div></div> <<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("c4_infirmary_experiment","accepted")>><</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] <</if>>

<img src="images/c4_mia_look_inside.png" alt="c4_mia_look_inside" width="100%"> Mia looked inside. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Hi! Are you busy? I have something to discuss.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hi! Come in. Something interesting? Something that would let me "pay" for a couple of exams?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Not that interesting. Have some conscience. Just a small errand.</div></div> The girl entered the room and looked around. The shabby interior clearly didn't impress her. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">How do you live here...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Like I have any other options! By the way, you promised to help me with that.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Alright, alright. I'll help. But that's not what we're talking about now.</div></div> She carefully sat down on an old chair, testing it for stability first. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I need a small favor from you. Tonight the girls will be playing cards in Roxy's room. Join in and try to win. I'll pay you... let's say, a hundred dollars.</div></div> Alice laughed at such an offer. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mia, do you take me for a fool? I won't get into such trouble for a hundred!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">What trouble? You just need to play cards!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">With Roxy! And any games with her end up with me getting fucked. A lot, for long, and in various ways. And you want to drag me into this for a measly hundred? Let me guess - they'll be playing for wishes?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Not exactly. And you don't need to lose! On the contrary - I'm sure you'll win and get something extra beyond my payment.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Then why don't you participate yourself?</div></div> Mia ignored this suggestion. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Listen, you were the one asking what you could do to earn a little money. Here's your chance. I need your help right now.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Great! I think for a couple thousand I'll help you properly.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Are you crazy? I can't even imagine what you'd have to do for me to pay that kind of money!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Then tell me the details. Maybe I'll agree to lower my fee. A little bit. Though just getting anywhere near Roxy closer than a hundred meters can't cost less than five hundred.</div></div> Mia grimaced at the thought of parting with money. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Fine. Five hundred for you to play cards with Roxy and the other girls tonight and try to win. Just try honestly! No fooling around.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Trust me, knowing Roxy, losing to her at cards is the last thing I want to do. Maybe you'll tell me why you need this?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Nothing serious. Roxy just did something nasty to me, and now I want to spoil her game in revenge.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Why are you sure I can win?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">They'll be playing "Drunk Queen."</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So what? I've never heard of that game.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">The rules are primitive - players get five cards each, a starting card is placed on the table. Players take turns making bets. Each turn you need to play a card that's not lower than the one on the table. If a player can't meet this condition, the previous player becomes the winner of the round and takes the pot.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Still not very clear.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Let me show you with an example. You can't play this game with two people, but I'll try to explain.</div></div> Mia took out a deck and started explaining the rules in detail. <span class='thought'>Pass, call, raise, turn order, card rankings...</span> Alice listened carefully to the rules, trying to understand the essence. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I think I get it. But how will this help me win? It's pure chance!</div></div> Mia looked at the girl with surprise. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">You really don't see the point? Think about how the players are seated.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What difference does it make how they sit! Everything depends on whether you get good cards or not.</div></div> Mia sighed heavily. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Yeah, analytical thinking isn't your strong suit. What happens if a player can't beat the current card and passes?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">The player to their left wins.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">And the player to the right?</div></div> Alice shrugged. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">The turn just doesn't reach them.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">See, now you're starting to think. Now consider that everyone has roughly equal chances of getting good cards, and the game lasts many rounds until someone runs out of chips.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And what does that mean?</div></div> Mia looked at the girl sympathetically. <span class='thought'>Looks like she thinks I'm stupid...</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">It means you can always help the player to your left and set up the one on your right.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">How will that help me? I don't even know who I'll be sitting next to! Maybe Roxy will be on my left and won't let me win!</div></div> Mia shook her head. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I think I overestimated your intelligence. Forget it. Just go, play, and try to win. The rest doesn't concern you.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What if I lose? Roxy will surely arrange something "fun" for me!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">She can do that to you any moment anyway. And I'm offering you five hundred just to play cards. If your brain can't handle even such a simple task - I'll find someone else.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay, okay. I agree.</div></div> <span class='thought'>Indeed, what's the difference? Roxy picks on me constantly anyway. At least this way I'll get some money.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But how will I get into the game?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Roxy will invite you.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">WHAT?! Why would she do that?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Don't worry about it, that's my problem. Just don't mention our little agreement. Act surprised, scared, and like you're expecting some kind of trick.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, I won't have to pretend for that.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Perfect! Then stay here tonight and wait for our rowdy friend to barge in.</div></div> Mia stood up and headed for the door. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mia, aren't you forgetting something?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Ah, yes, right!</div></div> She counted out some bills and handed them to Alice. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Please don't mess this up! I'm counting on you!</div></div> [[Wait for evening|c4_mia_1]]

<img src="images/c4_roxy_look_inside.png" alt="c4_roxy_look_inside" width="100%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Ah, there you are!</div></div> Roxy burst into the room like a hurricane. Of course without knocking and, of course, without saying hello. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You're exactly who I need!</div></div> Grabbing Alice by the arm, she dragged her along. Realizing she needed to protest, the girl tried to break free from the iron grip. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey! Let go! What do you want from me again?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Nothing special. Quite the opposite! You know, I'm in such a good mood today that you're being honored with playing with me and my friends.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Play what? And why me?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Geez, not chess obviously! Cards, girl, cards of course. Everyone's already gathered, but one of our girls backed out. And we need at least four players, otherwise it's not interesting.</div></div> <<if setup.get_scene_result("kitchen_duty") == "anal_join">> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And then I remembered my obedient little bitch!</div></div> <<else>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good thing someone remembered you.</div></div> <</if>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">So I decided to invite you. Are you happy? Proud of the honor? I can't hear your answer!</div></div> Roxy squeezed Alice's arm hard. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ow! Yes, I'm happy, I'm happy... Just explain the rules - I don't even know what game we're playing.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">We'll definitely explain! It's nothing complicated.</div></div> Roxy looked pleased. Seems this was exactly the response she was expecting. [[Continue|c4_mia_2]]

<img src="images/c4_roxy_room.png" alt="c4_roxy_room" width="100%"> Roxy's room turned out to be much more spacious than the others. Of course Alice's closet-sized room was pathetic in comparison. But even Mia's quite decent room was about half the size of this one. More precisely, it was a pair of adjoining rooms, one of which had been converted into a living room. As a result, the space looked more like an expensive hotel suite than a dorm room. <span class='thought'>This space seems designed for six to eight people. But there are only a couple of beds. Roxy obviously sleeps in one. And who's in the second? Probably her pet Denise. Ah, speaking of which, there she is.</span> <img src="images/c4_denies.png" alt="c4_denies" width="80%"> Denise emerged from the adjoining room along with another girl. Alice thought she'd seen her hanging around Roxy a couple times, but not in the inner circle. <img src="images/c4_unknown_girl.png" alt="c4_unknown_girl" width="50%"> <span class='thought'>One of those bitches trying to get close to our bully? Most likely... Then why does she look so confused? Like she's seen a ghost. What was Denise doing with her? Though what do I care. The situation isn't looking good for me.</span> Alice had thought there would be either some familiar girls among the players, or at least someone not trying to suck up to Roxy. But sitting down at a card table with this bitch and her minions - that was definitely a bad idea. <span class='thought'>Maybe I should get out of here? Yeah, right... Like Roxy would let me leave. Looks like I'm in for another unwanted sexual adventure. Hopefully without the rough stuff this time. Main thing is not to argue with Roxy.</span> Mentally preparing herself to be forced to pleasure the girls present, Alice sat down at the table. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not there. Move over here.</div></div> Roxy pointed to the spot on her right. With a heavy sigh, Alice obediently moved. <span class='thought'>What was it Mia said? That you can always set up the player on your right? How charming... And how exactly did she imagine my chances of winning? Clearly I'm in for an "exciting" evening. These three will easily beat me and pass me around. Oh Mia, you bitch... I'll remember this!</span> However, remembering the five hundred hidden in her room, Alice calmed down slightly. At least this time her suffering wouldn't be meaningless. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Alright, listen to the rules.</div></div> Roxy briefly explained what Mia had spent half an hour drilling into her. Only she didn't care at all whether Alice understood or not. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's it, you'll figure out the rest as we play. Let's divide the chips and get started!</div></div> The game began. The rules really were primitive. The kind of game kids play for flicks to the forehead, not grown adults for money. <span class='thought'>Though I guess we're not playing for money here either. By the way, what exactly are we playing for?</span> Alice decided to show the naive innocent. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">We're just playing for fun, right? Because I don't have any money.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Money? Nah, that's boring! Of course it's for fun! Or more precisely - for pleasure. Whoever loses has to pleasure the winner. Can you guess how?</div></div> Roxy smirked and waggled her tongue between fingers held in a V shape, mimicking oral sex. <span class='thought'>Well, who would have doubted that stake.</span> Now Alice's suspicions were fully confirmed. Roxy had dragged her to the table simply as a designated sex toy. [[Continue|c4_mia_3]]

The first few minutes of the game went well, Alice even managed to increase her stack of chips slightly. However, then Roxy started dramatically raising the stakes and passing on the next round, dumping the whole pot to the girl sitting to her left. She seemed surprised by the hostess's behavior. Roxy was having a great time. Elbowing Alice in the side, making her gasp, she asked: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Can you already feel her pussy getting closer to your lips?</div></div> <span class='thought'>Well, there it is. And I was starting to think the game would be fair. I hope this girl doesn't suffer from frigidity and I won't have to work my tongue until it goes numb.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey! By the way! Did you fulfill my little request?</div></div> The girl Roxy addressed looked down at the floor embarrassed and started fidgeting with the hem of her dress. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Yes, yes! I checked.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I wasn't asking you.</div></div> Roxy stared intently at the other girl. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Yes... I did what you said.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Show me!</div></div> The girl became even more embarrassed. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">What, right here?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course! Why are you being so shy! This loser will be licking your pussy like the most delicious ice cream in just a few minutes. And here you are playing the innocent little virgin.</div></div> Sighing, the girl stood up from the table and lifted her dress, showing she wasn't wearing any underwear. <img src="images/c4_unknown_girl_dress_up.png" alt="c4_unknown_girl_dress_up" width="100%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">There! Look, Alice. This is your evening dessert! Should we finish playing, or do you want to start right now?</div></div> Suddenly there was a knock at the door. The girl squeaked and quickly pulled down her dress, sitting back at the table. Mia appeared in the doorway. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Oh, you're already playing? I wanted to join you... I lost so much money last time, I wanted to win it back today.</div></div> Seeing her, Roxy thought for a moment, then cheerfully offered: <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course, join us! I'm happy to start over for you. Girls, you don't mind, right?</div></div> Of course, no one objected. Mia pulled up another chair and settled between Roxy and Alice. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Great! Thanks!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Just, I'm afraid you won't want to play with us today.</div></div> Despite inviting Mia to the table herself, Roxy was in no hurry to discard the cards and redistribute chips. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Today we're not playing for money, but for a night of love. Well, maybe not the whole night, but at least for a few minutes. Whatever the winner decides. However long they need.</div></div> Roxy laughed and looked at Mia, clearly expecting her to get up and leave. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Really? Interesting. I've never played for that before.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course! You're our boring nerd who only thinks about money and studying. So go ahead, tell us how you're not interested and get out of here. When I need money again, I'll invite you to play a game or two.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Well, why not. We can play for "pleasure".</div></div> Roxy looked at her in surprise. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Seriously? You only like boys! Or have your tastes suddenly changed?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">No, I'm still not interested in girls. But tonight is kind of boring. So I'm ready to play with you.</div></div> Roxy finally threw her cards on the table and turned her whole body toward Mia. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well well well. Wait. Our prude is ready to play cards with sex on the line? Are you trying to trick me? Remember my rule is absolute: gambling debts are sacred! No matter what's at stake. So if you lose - your tongue will live in my pussy until morning. And don't think about slacking off!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Maybe it'll be your chatty tongue satisfying me? Either way, I agree. But I have one small condition. An amendment to the rules.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What, did you bring marked cards?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">No, we'll play with the same cards. And the main rules don't change. So, are you in or not? Or are you scared already?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Me? Scared? You must be confusing me with someone else! Let's go! Tell us your amendment and get ready for some night fun. I promise, after tonight men will seem boring and unimaginative to you!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Ok, let's do it. The amendment is simple - we'll play in reverse direction. Not left to right, but right to left.</div></div> Roxy froze for a second thinking, then burst out laughing. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Seriously? That's all you could come up with?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">What, are you already going back on your word?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course not! I'll even give you first move. Go ahead, shuffle and deal.</div></div> [[Continue|c4_mia_4]]

The game started anew. Only now the player order had changed. Mia was next after Alice, and after her was Roxy's turn. This time there was no period of calm play. Mia was clearly forcing events, trying to end the game as quickly as possible. As soon as the pot grew to any significant size, she would immediately fold, handing the win to Alice. Alice noticed that Roxy kicked the girl sitting next to her under the table several times, whose turn was next. But she either didn't understand what was wanted from her, or for some reason didn't want to support Roxy. Finally, the room's owner ran out of her last chips. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Well, looks like the game is over. Should we count, or trust our eyes?</div></div> <img src="images/c4_chips.png" alt="c4_chips" width="80%"> Mia nodded toward the pile of chips in front of Alice. Roxy waved it off. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yeah, it's clear enough. Well, sweetie, strip down. You're in for a night of love with me. Denis, will you join us, or should we have fun just the two of us?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Is that even a question! Of course I'll join! I liked her tongue last time. I think I'll enjoy her pussy too!</div></div> Roxy and Denis grabbed Alice by the arms and started pulling off her clothes. <span class='thought'>Damn, why did that idiot Mia do this? Would've been better if I just went down on that girl. This wild pair will wear me out all night!</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Stop-stop-stop! I think you misunderstood the rules, Roxy. The game was that the loser pleasures the winner. And here you are trying to arrange another gang bang.</div></div> Roxy froze in confusion, twirling Alice's removed panties in her hands. She seemed not to grasp the difference. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And what exactly are you suggesting?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I'm suggesting that you honestly fulfill the game's conditions. Specifically, right now, in front of all of us, get on your knees and properly go down on our friend. I hope your sexual talents are enough to satisfy her?</div></div> Smirking, Mia pulled an armchair to the center of the room and sat down, crossing her legs, her whole demeanor showing she was ready to watch the show. <img src="images/c4_mia_in_chair.png" alt="c4_mia_in_chair" width="80%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">You can begin.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Want a little show? Is that all? No problem! Watch and learn, our innocent one!</div></div> Roxy quickly stripped off her clothes and pushed Alice toward the bed. She fell back uncertainly. <span class='thought'>How unexpectedly this turned out...</span> [[Continue|c4_mia_5]]

Roxy acted confidently, not at all embarrassed by the situation. Positioning herself between Alice's legs as she lay across the bed, she began caressing the girl's thighs, gradually moving higher and higher. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, ready for some heavenly pleasure?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Enough with the self-promotion, Roxy. Get to work.</div></div> Ignoring Mia's remarks, Roxy continued stroking Alice. Finally, her fingers reached Alice's pussy and gently teased her folds. Alice had mixed feelings. Roxy was moving slowly and tenderly, but her gentleness was even more unsettling. <span class='thought'>I wonder what she's planning... She might suddenly shove those manicured fingers up my ass. Or bite me. Or do some other painful thing. It feels like there's a wild animal near my pussy, and I don't know what to expect.</span> Roxy seemed to sense the girl's fear and wasn't in a hurry to calm her. She unhurriedly stroked her lips with her fingers, as if contemplating what to do next. <span class='thought'>Damn, this isn't fair! I'm supposed to be enjoying this as the winner. Instead I'm trembling in fear, waiting for some trick.</span> Mia apparently also sensed the ambiguity of the situation. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">No funny business now. If your word means anything, you need to make her feel good. No painful tricks.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I know. Don't ruin the girl's pleasure with your comments.</div></div> <span class='thought'>What pleasure? Lying here afraid of what trick might come next?</span> Though Alice was starting to understand what Roxy meant. The sense of danger was exciting. Roxy was just gently stroking her pussy, playing with her lips and occasionally brushing her clit. But Alice's tense nerves heightened every sensation and made her shiver at each touch. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">See, she's already wet.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I don't want to see how wet she is, I want to see you licking! You've gotten too cocky lately.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, if you insist...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ohhh...</div></div> Roxy's wet tongue slid along Alice's lips and plunged deep into her slit, making her moan. <span class='thought'>Wow! How did she manage to extend her tongue so far?</span> Roxy unhurriedly played with Alice's pussy with her nose pressed against her clit. She would plunge her tongue deep inside and wiggle it around, then slowly withdraw it to lick her lips. Alice could feel Roxy's hot breath and her hands sliding along her thighs. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Put your legs on her shoulders.</div></div> Alice didn't realize Mia was talking to her. But Roxy decided to help, grabbing her under the knees and placing the girl's legs on her shoulders. Now Alice's pussy was even more accessible for pleasure, and Roxy's tongue could dive even deeper. <span class='thought'>Why is she doing this?</span> The girl wasn't sure who she was thinking about. About Mia, who was clearly trying to somehow humiliate Roxy, or about Roxy herself, who was enthusiastically working on her pussy without any embarrassment. For a second, Alice opened her eyes, deciding to see what was happening. Mia was still sitting in the center of the room, watching the show with indifference and slight displeasure. She seemed to be expecting something different. Denis was eagerly watching what was happening, touching herself through her tight shorts. <img src="images/c4_denies_touch.png" alt="c4_denies_touch" width="100%"> <span class='thought'>Damn nymphomaniac...</span> Only the unknown girl looked lost. She seemed to want to leave but didn't dare, afraid of causing displeasure from either Roxy or Mia. Alice's thoughts were interrupted when Roxy, finally emerging from her slit, began pleasuring her clit with quick and strong tongue movements. <img src="images/c4_roxy_lick.png" alt="c4_roxy_lick" width="100%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ahhh!</div></div> The rush of pleasure made her lose consciousness for a second. When she came to, she felt Roxy still licking her. But now she was doing it slowly, barely touching the girl's clit and lips with her tongue, trying not to overdo it and cause painful sensations, just prolonging her pleasure and giving sharp delight from the caresses after orgasm. After letting Alice calm down a bit, Roxy increased her assault again, raising the girl's arousal. She wasn't rushing and wasn't trying to make Alice cum as quickly as possible, but simply continued giving her pleasure, allowing her to smoothly and softly reach a new peak. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ahhhhh!</div></div> The second orgasm lasted much longer and made the girl convulse. Roxy watched this with obvious enjoyment. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, little slut, did you enjoy your mistress's tongue?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Hey, that's not according to the rules!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I'm not playing anymore. The deal was honestly fulfilled. Or do you think she didn't receive enough pleasure?</div></div> Roxy pointed at Alice who lay motionless on the bed. She was slightly moaning and looking at the world around her with a hazy gaze. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">No, I can continue if you want, it's no trouble. We can have fun here all night. Alice, how about it? Want fun all night, or have you had enough?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Enough... Let me rest.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">See, the winner is fully satisfied and doesn't want any more pleasure. But you, as I see, aren't too happy.</div></div> Roxy demonstratively licked her lips, covered in juice from Alice's pussy and looked mockingly at Mia. [[Continue|c4_mia_6]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What, expected something different?</div></div> Mia shrugged, pretending she didn't care. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I didn't expect anything. We just played, you lost, and I demanded honest fulfillment of the deal. That's all.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh, don't take me for a fool! Why does every walking calculator who can work with numbers think they're smarter than others? Trust me, I understand people better than you do. So I saw through your setup right away. Decided to get revenge on me for your last loss?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Then why did you play if you thought it was all rigged?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why not? I was curious to see what you were planning. I'll admit, I expected you to offer me money to buy my way out at the end. I'm surprised that thought didn't cross your mind!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">You wouldn't have agreed anyway.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course not! Why would I?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">For some reason, your uptight mind came up with the idea that you could get revenge on me in such a strange way. Revenge. On me. With sex. I can't even imagine how stupid you'd have to be to believe in such an idea.</div></div> Mia's eyes flashed angrily. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Maybe I just underestimated how much of a slut you are?</div></div> Roxy just laughed at the insult. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh yes! You're still very far from understanding that! Did you really think that licking this bitch would make me lose authority? Seriously? I could suck off everyone in this university, including all the students, teachers, and janitors. And not one of them would dare look at me sideways. Who do you think would stop respecting me? Maybe my horny bitch in heat?</div></div> She nodded toward Denis. Having apparently pleasured herself, she sat with a satisfied look, watching the argument with interest. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Or this stupid sheep who played along with you? Yes, I figured out Mia bribed you. Some great mystery. And trust me, you'll get proper punishment for it. I can't stand rats.</div></div> The face of the girl unknown to Alice immediately became frightened. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Or maybe you thought I'd lose face in front of this pet? She'll be playing with her clit for a week at night, remembering my tongue and dreaming of getting another taste of pleasure. Isn't that right, bitch?</div></div> Roxy painfully grabbed Alice's bare ass. <img src="images/c4_alice_ass_squeeze.png" alt="c4_alice_ass_squeeze" width="100%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You'll dream about my caresses at night, won't you, bitch?</div></div> [[I will!|c4_mia_7_a]] [[I'm not even involved in this!|c4_mia_7_b]]

Deciding she'd had enough of angering Roxy for today, Alice nodded. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I will, I will!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good girl. You learn fast. Now tell me, how did you like my tongue?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I loved it! It was so wet, hot and skillful!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Enough! That's enough! I'm tired of this show!</div></div> Enraged by Roxy's and the other girls' behavior, Mia stormed out of the room, slamming the door. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, aren't we sensitive! She arranged this fuck-fest herself, and now she's playing the prude.</div></div> Roxy sprawled on the bed, leaning against Alice who was lying there, and began to think. Placing her palm on the girl's bottom so that her fingers were right by her pussy, Roxy lazily stroked the girl's slit. Her manicured fingers teased the lips, occasionally dipping inside. Roxy wasn't trying to arouse Alice or give her pleasure, but simply demonstrating her power over her, using her most intimate place as a fidget toy. <img src="images/c4_alice_fingering.png" alt="c4_alice_fingering" width="100%"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">However, this is not a good situation. Seems I really hurt her last time, winning a substantial amount. Didn't think that for our frugal Mia, the most serious blow would be to her wallet.</div></div> Alice tried to lie still. She suddenly realized that now that Mia was gone, she was left alone with Roxy and her two followers. <span class='thought'>And Roxy surely figured out I was in on it with Mia. Seems if I want to get out of this room alive and well, I need to be as quiet and compliant as possible...</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You see, bitch, here's the problem. Mia isn't a simple girl. You need to be friends with people like her. But we got off on the wrong foot right away. She's boring. And greedy beyond belief. I don't like people like that. So what should I do with her?</div></div> When Alice didn't answer, Roxy pinched her bottom. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch! I don't know. Maybe you could return her money?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Can't do that. She lost it fair and square. Well, almost fair. Besides, that would show weakness. And people don't befriend the weak, they command them. Am I weak?</div></div> Alice answered quickly, not waiting for another slap or pinch. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No! You're strong.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Exactly. So we need to figure out how to fix our relationship while staying equals. Or better yet - how to get our stubborn prude under control. That's what you'll think about.</div></div> Alice was genuinely surprised by this turn. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Me?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course! You have to make up for your part in this setup somehow! Or did you think I'd just forgive you? No, my little bitch. You'll have to atone for your mistake. And you'll have to thank me for every second of pleasure you received today. Come on, don't waste time.</div></div> Roxy lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide apart. <img src="images/c4_roxy_split.png" alt="c4_roxy_split" width="100%"> Mentally cursing, Alice obediently moved her lips toward her crotch. <span class='thought'>I knew it would end like this!</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey, where do you think you're going?</div></div> Roxy called out to the girl who was trying to quietly slip out of the room. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You messed up just as much as this bitch today! Look, Denis is so upset. Comfort her properly.</div></div> To Alice's eye, Denis didn't look upset at all. Rather, she seemed pleased with the show she'd gotten. But she didn't refuse more sex, and the pair settled on the neighboring bed. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on, lickers, do your best. Then you'll switch places and we'll compare whose tongue is more skilled.</div></div> [[Continue|c4_mia_7_a_end]]

Alice only managed to leave Roxy's room in the morning. First, she had to satisfy Roxy, then Denis. Then she and the other girl were placed on the table in a 69 position and forced to pleasure each other. Meanwhile, Roxy and Denis actively commented on what was happening and argued about who was trying harder. In the end, they decided that the tongue of the girl whose name Alice never learned was more skilled after all, and for that they let her go back to her room. As for Alice, Roxy ordered her to lie at her feet and sleep there until morning, sucking on her toes. Fortunately, this time there was no stuffing objects into Alice's holes or other sadistic tricks. It seems Roxy was fully satisfied with her humiliation and complete submission. And in the morning they threw her into the corridor. Completely naked. And while Alice ran, flashing her bare bottom, from Roxy's room to her closet, she ran into a couple of other girls who gave her disapproving looks. <span class='thought'>Damn, they probably think I went to Roxy myself trying to earn her favor. Now all the girls will think I'm trying to suck up to her.</span> <<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("c4_mia","roxy_toy")>><</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Sleep until the next day|loc_alice_room]] <</if>>

Alice skillfully slipped out from under Roxy's arm and began collecting her clothes scattered around the room. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Just don't drag me into this! I don't need your feuds. I have enough problems of my own. Roxy, you're the one who dragged me here. I never asked to join your game!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, you didn't exactly resist much.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Really? And what would you have done to me if I had refused to play with you?</div></div> Roxy laughed. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">We would have postponed the game and moved straight to the fun part!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well then don't try to involve me in this story now! You told me to play - I played.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Look how obedient you've become! Quick learner. Fine, let's say I believe you had nothing to do with this. Though you'll still have to thank me properly for the pleasure you received.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Will you return my money I lost last time too? If we follow your logic of "returning favors", you should.</div></div> Roxy's face stretched into a brazen smile. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh nooo way. But if you want, I can thank you differently. Right now even, since we're having such fun! Bet I'll be the first girl to reach your cave.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Go to hell, you twisted pervert!</div></div> Blushing furiously, Mia ran out of the room and Alice quickly slipped out after her before Roxy could react. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't you want to tell me something?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I don't. But you won't leave me alone with your questions anyway, will you? Fine, let's go to my room. You can hide out there for a couple hours until Roxy cools down. Just in case she decides to arrange a fun evening for you after all.</div></div> [[Go with Mia|c4_mia_7_b_end]]

<img src="images/c4_mia_in_room.png" alt="c4_mia_in_room" width="50%"> The girls settled in Mia's room. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Should we lock the door?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Why?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What if Roxy...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Trust me, she wouldn't dare break into MY room.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sorry, I'm just used to everyone being afraid of her.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">That's exactly why she pushes you all around. You act like spineless chickens and then wonder why she treats you that way.</div></div> Alice felt the urge to explain to Mia, in not-so-polite terms, the reason for their compliant behavior. However, she didn't want to ruin their relationship. <span class='thought'>I shouldn't forget that Mia is currently the only person who can help me finish this "education" faster.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Anyway, that's not important. That's not what we're talking about now. Go ahead, ask your questions. I'll answer. But only those that are relevant and don't affect my interests!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Why did you set all this up?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">First of all, as you've already heard, Roxy cheated me out of quite a large sum. And I don't forgive such things.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Such a large amount that you didn't mind spending five hundred to get revenge? Or even more... You paid that girl who sat on the other side of Roxy too, right? How much did she get?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">None of your business. Yes, the amount was very large. A few hundred is nothing in comparison. But what's most unpleasant is that Roxy deceived me. And I REALLY hate being deceived. When I sat down to play with her, I had calculated everything and was sure I would win. But I didn't account for others helping her. They were probably afraid she'd take revenge if she lost.</div></div> <span class='thought'>Yeah, Roxy was right - you really don't understand people if you didn't figure that would happen.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So this time you decided to bribe everyone?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Why not? If she solves problems with violence and fear, I do it with money. I think that's fair! And that's, by the way, the second reason why I arranged this game. I really don't like Roxy, her behavior, and the kind of relationships she creates here. Living in a brothel run by a sexually obsessed pervert - no thank you!</div></div> <span class='thought'>Yeah, you'd prefer it to be a quiet meadow with sheep that you regularly fleece. Less noise - more money.</span> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">How did you arrange all this? I understand you just paid the girls. But you needed us to sit in the right places. What if Denis had been in my place? Or did you not care who won? As long as Roxy lost.</div></div> Mia hesitated but decided to answer. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I was almost certain Roxy would try to set you up to lose and put you on her right. And no, I didn't care who won. If Roxy had to pleasure Denis, it wouldn't have had any effect. They're practically a couple. But making her lick a stranger's pussy... That should have undermined her authority.</div></div> Alice just shook her head at such naivety. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You know, if you want to insult or humiliate someone again - you should take a few lessons from Roxy herself. She really knows how to do it. You're being very naive about all this.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Roxy constantly coerces girls into all sorts of perversions. So I thought if we put her in a similar position, she'd lose some of her arrogance. I didn't consider she'd try so hard to save face.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What do you mean? I think your stunt didn't affect her at all.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Oh no! It definitely got to her! Why else would she make such a scene afterward, proving how much she "didn't care"? She just realized the only way to save face was to show that she wasn't at all humiliated by having to pleasure you orally. Clever bitch.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So Roxy acted on the principle of "if you can't avoid rape - relax and enjoy it"?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">More like "pretend it was the plan all along".</div></div> Mia stood up and began pacing the room thoughtfully. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Anyway, it's a shame my plan wasn't completely successful. However, whatever Roxy thinks, I'll make sure everyone knows about today's incident. So we still damaged her reputation. Though not as much as I had hoped. I'm really tired of the crazy things she does here. So I'll definitely figure out how to get her kicked out of the university. Or at least curb her enthusiasm. I hope I can count on your help?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Of course! Especially if my help will be well compensated.</div></div> Mia looked at Alice in surprise. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Isn't this in our mutual interests?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Exactly. But I'm the one who has to face all the consequences of your schemes. So I expect decent compensation.</div></div> Mia thought for a moment. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I hope you weren't too shocked by what happened? Though I did pay you fairly for it...</div></div> It seemed Mia had only just realized that her game involved not just Roxy, but other girls too. <span class='thought'>What, conscience waking up? Maybe I can play on that?</span> Alice feigned indignation. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You only paid me to play cards and try to win! There was no talk about Roxy practicing her lesbian skills on me!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">That was implied. Don't try to fool me. I won't give you more money. I just wanted to sympathize with you as a human being, if you found it very unpleasant.</div></div> Realizing her ploy hadn't worked, Alice decided to stop playing the victim. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, it's all fine. Just lying there on the bed while the proud and arrogant Roxy kneels before you and pleasures you with her tongue. There was definitely something to it. Well, once I stopped being afraid she'd bite me. Besides, she really licks amazingly well! Guys have tried to pleasure me like that a couple times. But their awkward movements don't compare at all to what I got today. By the way, she offered it to you too! Maybe you were wrong to refuse? You could have gotten lots of pleasure!</div></div> Alice looked at Mia with a smirk. But Mia didn't appreciate the joke, and looking at her warily, moved further away from the girl and checked the time. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Judging by the time, Roxy has either calmed down or is now taking it out on that fool who didn't think to run out after us. Either way, she's not concerned with you right now. So you should go back to your room, because your talk is starting to scare me.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Come on, I was just joking!</div></div> Nevertheless, Alice didn't test Mia's hospitality any further and quickly went back to her room. <<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("c4_mia","mia_friend")>><</silently>> <<if $gallery_mode>> [[Back to the gallery|Gallery]] <<else>> [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] <</if>>

<span class='thought'>What content is currently available?</span> Game is under development. Please, check the [[Roadmap]] to see what exists and what is coming. <span class='thought'>I want to see all the content, but I'm not interested in replaying the game just for one missed scene.</span> You can use the button on the sidebar to roll back to the passage with a choice and take a different branch. Also, in pre-release versions, there is an option to skip scenes that were in previous versions. There is no "canonical" route in the game where all scenes are shown. Just following the plot, you will likely miss something interesting. I believe that in the game there should be no choices that don't affect anything, and most routes should contain some unique content. <span class='thought'>Where can I get the full version of the game?</span> Most likely, this is it. Just in case, check f95zone - I will be posting updates there. <span class='thought'>Why did you make this?</span> Mainly to improve my skills with Stable Diffusion. Well, and it was interesting to write a kind of porn story. <span class='thought'>Will there be a continuation?</span> If there's interest from readers - yes, I can write a continuation. <span class='thought'>I don't understand the lore/events/characters.</span> There is not much lore yet. But you can ask Sophie a few questions to get more information about the characters and get tips on how to get to the good endings. <span class='thought'>I don't understand how my choices affect the story.</span> There are a few parameters that change in the story: * Pain * Relationships * Passed exams * Money Try to avoid pain when it's possible. But keep in mind - "No pain, no gain". To control relationships, you can keep in mind these tips: * Roxy likes when she is obeyed and dislikes any resistance. * Sophie sympathizes with Alice, so her attitude improves when Alice gets into trouble. She doesn't like when Alice tries to befriend Roxy or the bullies, regardless of what Sophie might say about it herself. * The regular girls like when Alice shows character and doesn't submit to Roxy and the bullies. * The bullies simply love fun. The more uncomfortable situations Alice gets into, the more sympathy they will have for her. And, of course, everyone likes when Alice does something useful or pleasant for them. Passing exams and graduating from university is likely to be the "basic" route for completing the game. So each credit you earn brings you closer to the ending. Money is a useful resource that you can spend on various bonuses and services that help you in the game. In later versions, there will be more opportunities to earn and spend money. <span class='thought'>Why is there only lesbian and BDSM content? When will guys appear?</span> Personal preferences :) I might add scenes with guys in the future, but in the near term, it's more likely that scenes with Alice and Roxy will be developed further. <span class='thought'>Why don't the pictures match each other?</span> It's the specifics of Stable Diffusion. I tried to make the characters and environment as consistent as possible, but it didn't always work out. I will improve my skills. I hope it will get better in the future. <span class='thought'>Why is the language so strange?</span> English is not my native language. Especially when it comes to such specific content. If you suggest any corrections - I'll be happy to read them. <span class='thought'>Why aren't the illustrations displayed immediately, but only when clicking on the link?</span> I thought it would be more interesting this way. Otherwise, images immediately attract attention and interfere with reading. <span class='thought'>I found a bug/typo/flaw. Where should I write?</span> Write in the comments to the game on f95zone. I will check and fix it. <span class='thought'>I have an idea/suggestion/criticism. Where should I write?</span> Same place. Write in the comments to the game on f95zone. <span class='thought'>What tools are used to create the game?</span> I tried to mention all AI tools in the acknowledgments. I also used text and graphic editors :) [[Acknowledgments]] <span class='thought'>How can I support you?</span> For now, only with kind words. Praise me in the comments, I'll be happy to read them. <span class='thought'>Ugh! The described events are horrible and disgusting! How can one write about such things?</span> I clearly separate fantasy and reality. The events described in the game are fantasy and have nothing to do with real life. If after reading you want to repeat something similar in real life - abandon this idea forever. And seek help from a psychologist. [[Back to the story|Start]]

<<silently>> <<set $gallery_mode to true>> <</silently>> Want to see missed scenes? Great! Choose the one you want and play it again, making different choices. [[Lesbian rape in Room 4|Room4]] [[Spanking in the shower|BadMorning]] [[Naked Alice in the cafeteria|GoodMorning]] [[Halloween party|c2_halloween_party]] [[Meeting Laura|loc_infirmary_not_visited]] [[Kitchen duty|c3_kitchen_duty]] [[Play cards with Roxy|c4_mia]] [[Infirmary discount|c4_infirmary_experiment]] [[Back to the story|Start]]

First of all, thank you for reading this. Secondly, thanks to everyone who participated in creating these products: * <a href="https://github.com/lllyasviel/Fooocus">Fooocus</a> - An application for working with Stable Diffusion models. * <a href="https://github.com/AUTOMATIC1111/stable-diffusion-webui">AUTOMATIC1111</a> - Another project for working with Stable Diffusion models. * <a href="https://civitai.com/models/133005/juggernaut-xl">Juggernaut XL</a> - One of the best general-purpose SDXL models. * <a href="https://civitai.com/models/573152/lustify-sdxl-nsfw-and-sfw-checkpoint">Lustify</a> - An excellent SDXL for adult content. And, of course, a huge thanks to everyone who supports the development of open-source AI, making it accessible and uncensored for everyone, not just big companies. [[Back to the story|Start]] [[FAQ|FAQ]]

Long-term goals: - [?] Ability to finish university by "passing" all exams - [?] Multiple endings - [?] Need to balance relationships to avoid bad endings - [?] Purchase of various bonuses and services for money - [?] A few mini-games v0.3 (in progress) - [?] Medical office - [?] Impact of pain on gameplay - [?] New character - [?] At least one new scene v0.2 - [x] UI improvements - [x] Relationship system - [x] Pain system - [x] New character - Sophie - [x] Mini-game "Obstacle Run" - [x] Halloween scene v0.1 - [x] Canteen scene - [x] Shower scene (jump rope) - [x] Shower scene (towel) - [x] Scene in Room 4 [[Back to the story|Start]] [[FAQ|FAQ]]

<span class="location_message">Alice's room.</span> <img src="images/bg_dark_room.png" alt="Alice's room" width="50%"/> <<silently>> <<run $pain_message = setup.get_pain_message($body_pain)>> <<run $relationship_message = setup.get_relationship_message($relationships)>> <<run $available_content = setup.get_available_content("alice_room")>> <</silently>> $pain_message $relationship_message <<if $pain_lock>> <<link [[Take painkillers|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $pain_lock = false>><</link>> <<link [[Go to the infirmary|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $pain_lock = false>><</link>> <<else>> $available_content <</if>> <<if Config.debug>> <<button [[+5 to Roxy|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.roxy += 5>><</button>> <<button [[-5 to Roxy|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.roxy -= 5>><</button>> <<button [[+5 to Sophie|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.sophie += 5>><</button>> <<button [[-5 to Sophie|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.sophie -= 5>><</button>> <<button [[+5 to Bullies|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.bullies += 5>><</button>> <<button [[-5 to Bullies|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.bullies -= 5>><</button>> <<button [[+5 to Girls|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.girls += 5>><</button>> <<button [[-5 to Girls|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.girls -= 5>><</button>> <</if>>

<<silently>> <<script>> setup.get_infirmary_options = function() { let body_pain = State.variables.body_pain; let treatment_message = ""; if (setup.get_pain_level() == 0) { return "You don't need any medical attention.\n"; } if (State.variables.money < 100) { return "Sorry, but you don't have enough money for treatment."; } treatment_message = "You have sufficient funds for medical care.\n"; treatment_message += "Treatment for any body part costs 100 dollars.\n"; const template = "<<link [[Treat <part_name>|loc_infirmary]]>><<run setup.infirmary_treat('<part_name>')>><</link>>\n"; for (let part in body_pain) { if (body_pain[part] > 0) { treatment_message += template.replace(/<part_name>/g, part); } } return treatment_message; } setup.infirmary_treat = function(part) { if (State.variables.money < 100) { return false; } State.variables.money -= 100; State.variables.body_pain[part] = 0; return true; } <</script>> <<run $pain_message = setup.get_pain_message($body_pain)>> <<run $treatment_message = setup.get_infirmary_options($body_pain)>> <<run $infirmary_available_content = setup.get_available_content("infirmary")>> <</silently>> <img src="images/c3_doctor_main.png" alt="Doctor Laura" width="80%"> $pain_message $treatment_message $infirmary_available_content [[Back to Alice's room|loc_alice_room]]

<<silently>> <<script>> setup.buy_exam = function() { if (State.variables.money < 1000) { return false; } State.variables.money -= 1000; State.variables.credits_counter += 1; return true; } <</script>> <</silently>> <img src="images/c3_mia_face.png" alt="Mia" width="80%"> <<if $money < 1000>> Mia smiles sweetly. But her smile is unlikely to imply a discount. <span class='thought'>Why did I even come to her if I don't have enough money?</span> <<else>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Hi, Alice! Do you want to solve your exam problem?</div></div> <<link [[Buy an exam|loc_buy_exam]]>><<run setup.buy_exam()>><</link>> <</if>> [[Back to Alice's room|loc_alice_room]]

<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Can you help me "pass" the exam?</div></div> Alice handed Mia the agreed amount. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">No problem! Consider it done!</div></div> [[Back to Alice's room|loc_alice_room]]

<img src="images/c3_mia_face.png" alt="Mia" width="80%"> Mia turned out to be a petite Asian girl with a doll-like face. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hi Mia, I'm Alice.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Hello to you too. Did you want something?</div></div> Alice hesitated. Although Sophie had said that Mia was exactly the person to approach about "buying" exams, it felt awkward to speak directly about it. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">A friend told me that you could help with exams. You know, when you can't pass, but you need the credit.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Oh, you mean that. Yes, no problem. A thousand for each exam. You give me the money, I take care of everything.</div></div> The girl answered so easily and freely, as if bribery was a normal thing. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And if you can't do it?</div></div> Mia smiled. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">That doesn't happen. Everyone in our world loves money. And I know who to offer it to and how, so they won't refuse.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Can't it be cheaper? A thousand seems like a lot.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">You're an interesting girl, Alice. You've barely arrived here and you're already asking for a discount. No, it can't. A thousand is the standard price. Or do you think I can persuade someone to give you credit for free?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, surely that thousand includes your share. If you could reduce it a little...</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">And why would I do that? When you came in, did you see a sign over the door saying "Fund for Poor Students"? No? That's because it's not there!</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I could do something for you in return.</div></div> Mia looked at Alice suspiciously. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Don't try that stuff with me. I'm not Roxy. I only date guys. Even if I were interested in girls - what magical thing could you do to make me pay for you out of my own pocket? No, darling, it doesn't work like that. If you'd lived here longer, you'd probably have been told that my greatest attraction is to money. And, believe me, I'm not at all ashamed of this deviation.</div></div> Alice was taken aback by this interpretation of her words. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I didn't mean that at all! I'm just offering help. Without any sexual context! I just don't have that much money. So I'm thinking about what options there might be.</div></div> Mia looked at her with interest. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Help, you say... And you're suggesting assistance so valuable that I'd be willing to forgo a thousand dollars of my own money?</div></div> Alice felt that Mia was wavering and decided to press her advantage. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It doesn't have to be the whole thousand. Maybe you could knock off a couple hundred? And in return I'll... I don't know. For example, I could clean your room.</div></div> But Mia just waved it off. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I can clean up myself. I don't need to give away money for such a trifle. But I think I have one task where I could really use someone's help. If it works out, you'll definitely get one exam on my account.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Great! Tell me what needs to be done.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Wait, don't rush. It's a delicate matter, and I don't trust you that much yet.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What can I do to make you stop doubting me?</div></div> The possibility of saving a significant sum and earning a free credit invigorated Alice, prompting her to pursue the matter with Mia more eagerly. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Don't rush me! I need to think. In any case, the price for the exam won't change for you. But I might give you a chance to earn some money. And what you spend it on is up to you. I'll drop by when I have some options. Roxy put you in the closet, right?</div></div> Alice sighed heavily. <<if $chapter_results.initial != "canteen">> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yeah. I tried to argue, but it only made things worse.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Not surprising. You're not in a position to argue with Roxy. Now she'll keep you there for a long time, just out of spite.</div></div> <<else>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes, there don't seem to be any other rooms.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">There are, but Roxy won't just let you move into one.</div></div> <</if>> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Can you help me move to a normal room?</div></div> Mia thought for a moment. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I suppose so. But I can't tell you the price yet. Roxy assigns the rooms. You can't bribe her - she doesn't care about money. And you don't have the kind of sum that could interest her anyway. So we need to come up with something that would make her willing to accommodate you.</div></div> Mia smiled and stood up, clearly hinting that it was time for the guest to leave. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Oh, you've given me quite a few things to think about. Thanks for stopping by! It was nice to meet you. I have a feeling we're in for some interesting and profitable dealings!</div></div> <span class='thought'>And I have a feeling that "profitable" means her profit, while I'll be stuck with the "interesting" part - all the trouble that comes with it.</span> <<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("mia_fixer_intro", "main")>><</silently>> [[Say goodbye and return to your room|loc_alice_room]]

<span class="location_message">Sophie's room.</span> <<if $relationships.sophie lt -15>> <div> Grumpy Sophie stood in the doorway, not allowing Alice to enter. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">What are you doing here? I don't want to talk to you.</div></div> <span class='thought'>It seems she's very upset about something. Maybe she'll calm down tomorrow?</span> [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] </div> <<elseif $relationships.sophie lt 0>> <div> Sophie looked at Alice unfriendly. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">What do you want?</div></div> <span class='thought'>It seems my recent actions have really upset her.</span> <div id="sophie_apology"> <<link "Try to make up">> <<replace "#sophie_apology">> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sophie, I understand that you're angry with me, but I don't want us to have problems. Please understand, I'm just trying to survive here. And you're the only one who has treated me like a human being. Believe me, I really appreciate you.</div></div> Sophie's face softened. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Okay, it's fine. Ask what you wanted to</div></div> <<run $relationships.sophie += 5>> [[Ask questions|loc_sophie_room_questions]] <</replace>> <</link>> </div> [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] </div> <<else>> <div> <img src="images/c2_sophie_in_bed.png" width="80%"> Sophie was relaxing, sprawled out on the bed. Noticing Alice, she smiled warmly. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Hi, Alice! Glad to see you! Do you need something?</div></div> [[Ask questions|loc_sophie_room_questions]] [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] </div> <</if>>

[[What do you know about Roxy?|loc_sophie_room_questions_roxy]] [[Share information about Roxy's friends|loc_sophie_room_questions_bullies]] [[How are things with the other girls?|loc_sophie_room_questions_girls]] [[Tell me a bit about yourself|loc_sophie_room_questions_sophie]] [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]]

<div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Well, I've pretty much told you everything. She's the daughter of one of the university's sponsors. She's here solely to have fun. I heard she has a small house near the university. I've heard she hangs out there with friends occasionally. Throws some parties, but I've never been there. I wasn't invited. And I wouldn't go anyway. I've had enough of her antics in the dorm.</div></div> Sophie pondered for a moment. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">What else? Well, she hardly ever shows up for classes. She's only regularly seen in the gym. But you've probably figured that out yourself.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What kind of person is she? I mean, besides being a absolute bitch.</div></div> The girl shrugged. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">"Absolute bitch" is probably the best description for her. She's constantly picking on other girls. She pretends she doesn't care about anyone around her. But in reality, she always wants to be the center of attention. The best way to get into trouble is to act like you didn't notice her. So don't try to ignore her, or she'll definitely come up with some nasty trick. And she has a wild and sadistic imagination. All her pranks are either painful or humiliating. Usually both at the same time.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Is she a lesbian?</div></div> Sophie smirked. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">She's horny! She doesn't care if she's fooling around with guys or girls. She's just interested in how she can make others do what she wants. Preferably with as many participants and spectators as possible. I think her main erotic fantasy is to have an orgy in a packed stadium. And, of course, for her to be at the center of all the action, with everyone watching and admiring her.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So, there's nothing good to expect from her?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Usually not. She has these quirks when she plays the "sugar daddy" to all the girls. She might give something away. Like expensive clothes, or jewelry that costs as much as my family earns in a year. Or she might help with studies. She'll just ask one of the teachers to give a good grade. And she doesn't care how much you need it. She's just showing off so everyone can see how cool she is.</div></div> [[What about her friends?|loc_sophie_room_questions_bullies]] [[How are things with the other girls?|loc_sophie_room_questions_girls]] [[Tell me a bit about yourself|loc_sophie_room_questions_sophie]] [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] </div>

<div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Just a bunch of sycophants. They revolve around Roxy, constantly admire her, and continuously kiss her ass. Sometimes literally.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Does she sleep with all of them?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I can't say for sure, but she acts as if they're favorites in her harem. Just don't think that by getting close to her pussy, you'll enter her circle of friends. It's just a pleasant addition for her. The main thing is to constantly obey her, continuously admire her, and not give her a reason to get bored.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sounds awful.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Yes, especially considering Roxy's character and her preferences in entertainment. So only bitches like herself gather around her.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So, I need to stay away from all of them?</div></div> Sophie shrugged uncertainly. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">It's up to you. Only Roxy herself poses a real threat. And her girlfriends... They're just a snake pit that she keeps around for fun. Once, I scratched the face of one of them in front of her. That girl was really getting on my nerves. You think Roxy stood up for her? She just laughed! "Look, girls, the red kitten knows how to scratch! Stay away from her, or she might even bite!"</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And how did it end?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">With nothing. I'm telling you, they're all just Roxy's yes-girls. They're only brave when she supports them. Otherwise, they're just ordinary cowardly bitches. So if any of them bother you - you can tell them to go to hell.</div></div> [[What do you know about Roxy?|loc_sophie_room_questions_roxy]] [[How are things with the other girls?|loc_sophie_room_questions_girls]] [[Tell me a bit about yourself|loc_sophie_room_questions_sophie]] [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] </div>

<div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Those who aren't in Roxy's pack are mostly nice girls. They're just scared and trying not to get involved in anything. The principle here is simple - the quieter you are, the less trouble you get. This works both in the dorm and in classes. We don't have any tight-knit groups here. But the division between Roxy's entourage and the rest is very clear. So if you start sucking up to her, the girls won't like it.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I wouldn't even think of it!</div></div> Sophie smiled. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I'm glad to hear that. Nobody here likes her. Not even her "friends".</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So, if I figure out how to kick her out of here - will others support me?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">They'd carry you on their shoulders! But I don't think you'll succeed. Don't forget who her dad is. She's allowed a lot here. So it's better not to piss her off. But keep in mind that we don't like those who try to join her.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Understood.</div></div> [[What do you know about Roxy?|loc_sophie_room_questions_roxy]] [[Share information about Roxy's friends|loc_sophie_room_questions_bullies]] [[Tell me a bit about yourself|loc_sophie_room_questions_sophie]] [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] </div>

<div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I grew up on a farm. My parents are farmers, and I spent my childhood there. I always wanted to escape to the city, but we didn't have money to pay for education. Then I learned about this university's "charity" program and decided to give it a try. I was very surprised when I got in. You know, I'm not some talented girl, surely there were much more capable students among the applicants. It's only here that I realized they don't care about academic performance. I suspect they just randomly choose among the candidates. So, now I'm "studying". Or rather, use all the opportunities to pass the exams and get a diploma and full rights. After that, I'll move to the capital, find a job and live like a normal girl. They say there's plenty of work there that doesn't require any education. There's a shortage of people because of this stupid law about limited rights. Maybe they're lying, but I'll take the risk. The main thing is to hold on here for two more years.</div></div> [[What do you know about Roxy?|loc_sophie_room_questions_roxy]] [[Share information about Roxy's friends|loc_sophie_room_questions_bullies]] [[How are things with the other girls?|loc_sophie_room_questions_girls]] [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] </div>

<div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">It's not going at all. Few people here really try to study. The rich kids are having fun, and the rest are just serving their time. Many don't even attend classes.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't the teachers control it?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">They don't care. Well, if you stand out particularly - you can get credits ahead of time if you visit the classes regularly. Or if one of the professors wants to give them to you. For some reason. Otherwise, you just hang around the campus for the required time, then get a diploma and leave.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">This is nonsense... No knowledge, no skills, no education. Then why is all this needed?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">There's a rumor, almost official, that this university was specially made for lazy rich people. Who don't want to do anything, but it's not respectable for them to live without a "degree".</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Then why did they let us in here?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Supposedly out of charity. They allow poor people to get full rights. But I don't believe it. Most likely, troublemakers like Roxy asked to recruit more students so they would have someone to have fun with. And the teachers don't mind - what difference does it make to them how many people DON'T attend their classes? Anyway, sponsors pay for each student. Plus, some professors sometimes don't mind getting certain benefits from us.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So maybe we should just leave here until the end of "studies"?</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">It won't work. No matter how you look at it, this is an official student town. So leaving here during classes means expulsion. If you can afford housing outside of the campus - you can sit there all year, not leaving the house. But if you leave the city, you'll be kicked out of the university immediately. I think the teachers would be happy to bypass this ban and not see most of the students at all. But it's not in their power.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It still seems strange. Too many complications.</div></div> Sophie lowered her voice. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">There's another rumor. Although it's more like a conspiracy theory. Girls whispered that some students are taken from here by the sponsors themselves. Either as sex slaves for themselves, or to some special club. And that this is the main reason why we're admitted here - to select the most suitable ones for themselves.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Wow... And do you know anyone who disappeared like that?</div></div> Sophie shrugged. <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">No, I don't. I'm telling you - it's just a rumor. It's just that many drop out of university in one day and leave without warning anyone. Especially if they haven't managed to make friends here. So the others tell all kinds of scary stories. As if we don't have enough horrors in reality.</div></div> [[What do you know about Roxy?|loc_sophie_room_questions_roxy]] [[Share information about Roxy's friends|loc_sophie_room_questions_bullies]] [[How are things with the other girls?|loc_sophie_room_questions_girls]] [[Tell me a bit about yourself|loc_sophie_room_questions_sophie]] [[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]] </div>

<<silently>> <<set $gallery_mode to false>> <</silently>> <img src="images/header_1.png" alt="Start" width="100%" /> WARNING! This story is entirely fictional. The events described here have no place in reality. As the author, I strongly condemn any violence in real life. Remember that fantasies should remain fantasies. All characters here are over 18 years old. <<button "Start the story">> <<goto "Initial">> <</button>> [[I've played previous version. Show me the new content!|alt_start]] [[Replay scenes|Gallery]] [[Acknowledgments]] [[FAQ]] [[Roadmap]]

<h1>Sexual Troubles of a Newcomer</h1> <img src="images/alice_start.png" alt="Alice" width="80%"/> Stepping off the bus, Alice breathed in the air of the new city. An amazing aroma of late summer. <span class='thought'>Perhaps for me, this is the scent of a new life? A girl from the provinces doesn't have many chances to achieve something in this life. But it seems I've drawn a lucky ticket. I still don't understand how I managed to get into this university... I guess I just got lucky. Now the main thing is not to miss my chance. To finish my studies and get a diploma, no matter what it costs me. It's good that the university provided me with a room! There's no way I can afford to rent a place here.</span> [[Continue|Dorm_CheckIn]]

Into: * [[Morning of an Obedient Girl|GoodMorning]] * [[Spanking in the Shower|BadMorning]] * [[Room N4|Room4_Morning]] Events: * [[Halloween Party|c2_halloween_party]]

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<div id="custom-elements"> <p>Exams passed: <span id="health-display"><<print $credits_counter>></span></p> <p>Money: <span id="money-display"><<print $money>></span></p> </div>

[[Characters]] [[TempImages]] Game mode:<<print $game_mode>> <<link [[Set EASY mode|Sandbox]]>><<set $game_mode to "easy">><</link>> <<link [[Set NORMAL mode|Sandbox]]>><<set $game_mode to "normal">><</link>> <<link [[Set HARD mode|Sandbox]]>><<set $game_mode to "hard">><</link>> [[TestPumpkinRunMiniGame]] [[TestRunReactionGame]] [[TestRunSenseMiniGame]] [[c2_halloween_party]]

Roxy <img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hi, I'm Roxy.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">И я тоже.</div></div> Alice <img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hi, I'm Alice.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">И я тоже.</div></div> <span class='thought'>А это мои мысли.</span> <span class='thought'>As well as this.</span> Default <img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">I'm unknown character.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="General"><div class="text">Я неизвестный персонаж.</div></div> Dennis <img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">I'm Dennis.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Я Деннис.</div></div> Sophie <img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">I'm Sophie.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophy">Я Софи.</div></div> Доктор Лаура <img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Я доктор Лаура. I'm Doctor Laura.</div></div> Mia <img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Я Миа.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I'm Mia.</div></div> Odiosis <img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis"> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis"><div class="odiosis">I'm Odiosis.</div></div> <div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis"><div class="odiosis">Я Одиосис.</div></div> [[Sandbox]]

<img src="images/icon_pumpkin.png" alt="icon_pumpkin"> <img src="images/icon_witch.png" alt="icon_witch"> <img src="images/c3_sense_map.png" alt="c3_sense_map"> <img src="images/c3_sense_main.png" alt="c3_sense_main"> <img src="images/c3_tongue.png" alt="c3_tongue"> <img src="images/c3_tongue_active.png" alt="c3_tongue_active"> <img src="images/c3_doctor_pussy_closeup.png" alt="c3_doctor_pussy_closeup"> <img src="images/c3_dennis_pussy_closeup.png" alt="c3_dennis_pussy_closeup"> [[Sandbox]]

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You win! [[Sandbox]]

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Use arrow keys to move the witch avoiding the pumpkins. <div> <canvas id="RunMiniGameCanvas" data-lanes="3" data-object-image="images/icon_pumpkin.png" data-player-image="images/icon_witch.png" data-win-passage="TestPumpkinGameWin" data-lose-passage="TestPumpkinGameLose" width="500" height="500"> </canvas> </div>

You win! [[Sandbox]]

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You win! [[Sandbox]]

You lose! [[Sandbox]]

This is where the story ends for now. If you enjoyed it and want more - please let me know in comments. This is my first experience in writing such stories, and I'm not sure if anyone is interested in this. And if you haven't gone through all the branches yet - try starting from the beginning and making different decisions. You'll find something interesting on each path. [[Start from the beginning|Start]] If you have any questions - I suggest reading the [[FAQ|FAQ]]