/storytiem/ - Onyxdime's Storytiem

Just a few blocks from the park stands Saint Dionysus’ Catholic Church. It’s a grand structure, with giant stone bell towers and ornate wooden doors. Little elderly filipino women and Latin Americans cluster in groups on its steps. You frown at them as you drag Stacy past. “Trump really ought to do something about these people,” you say.

Inside, the roof arcs into a dome. The scenes from the bible painted along its surface fill you with pride. This is what it means to be Catholic. (+5 Chastity)

You drag Stacy before Father Lovegood who’s standing at the altar. He looks you up and down and then smiles in a soft, peaceful way. Stacy fidgets under your firm grip.

“Ah, Chelsea Beckman. God must’ve been paying attention when he put you together,” Lovegood says. “What brings you to his hallowed home?” His eyes and soft expression shift to Stacy. Unless you’re mistaken, he almost looks hungry.

“Stacy here seems to have lost her way,” you say. “I was hoping, father, that you might be able to lead her back to the right path.” You bow your head.

“Of course, child. Stacy, why don’t you and I have a long, hard conversation about your choices in my office.” Lovegood slips his arm around Stacy’s waist and pulls her close. She giggles a bit under his touch.

You begin to follow the pair, but Lovegood holds up a hand to stop you. “Chelsea, child, Stacy’s sins are between her and God,” he says. “We’ll need privacy to get to the,” his hand drifts lower, “bottom of the matter.”

You nod. That makes sense. “Okay, I’ll wait here.”

“Actually, now that I think about it, it’s been quite some time since your last confession. Why don’t you take this opportunity to make your peace with God.” He pats Stacy again, his hand just resting on the upper curve of her behind. “C’mon, girl. There’s much we need to speak of.”

You step into the wooden confession booth. Its cool, dark interior provides a familiar comfort. You bow your head in prayer. “Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession.”

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What do you do?

Lust: 41— There’s a strong need between your legs.

Chastity: 49— You've definitely taken things too far.

Popularity: 72— Chelsea, that cute girl who can’t say no.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mYyULtLIvejTTHMWkengWQCwVh974ZK_Udohk8PHb4E/edit

New Stats for today!

Drunk: 10– There’s a pleasant warm feeling in your stomach.

Dehydration– 10– Things feel ok.

______

But so much has happened over the last week. What do you confess?

>>33390

>>33367

>>33393

Groovy. I need a 5 difficulty lust check and a 10 difficulty thirst check.

Lust difficulty 5 + 15 exhibitionism + 41 Lust = 61 Lust threshold

Thirst difficulty 10 + 5 headache + 41 Lust = 56 Thirst threshold

>>33433

>>33429

Ah, thanks guys. I'm just finishing up the next scene now.

It’s probably best to begin with the most serious of your transgressions. “Father, I’m ashamed to admit that I’m no longer pure,” you say. “Just yesterday I took that which was most precious to me and gave it to a stranger.”

“We all make mistakes, child,” the disembodied voice on the other side of the wood placard says. “What did you give away?”

“My virginity.” You clench your fists. “It was taken– no, stolen– from me by Satan’s unholy influence.” Your voice picks up speed and intensity. “Through the devil’s machinations, he trapped me with one of his servants. I didn’t want it to happen.”

“Are you being honest, my child?”

“No,” you say, your voice cracking. “I wanted– want– it. I want it to happen again. It’s all I can think about.”

“Tell me about how this came to pass.”

“My teacher, Mr. Pile, called me to his office. It started innocent enough, just a quick blow job.”

“A blow job is innocent?” the voice from the other side says.

“It was so nice. I liked the way his organ twitched when I touched it. And the feel, oh father the feel of his skin, so soft and hot; it was like a fire in my palm. When I held it in my mouth I felt like I could do anything.” Your hand drifts along the flat of your stomach, inching towards the furnace between your legs. (+2 Lust*(2 exhibitionism)*(2 Horny)=8 Lust)

(Lust resistance passed)

With a sudden surge of will you stay your hand. Instead, you grip the wooden bench so tight your knuckles turn white. “When it exploded, father, there was nothing I wanted in my mouth more. I swallowed it, lord help me I did, and it was manna from heaven. It just kept coming. When it did finally stop, I felt so full I could hardly move.” You lick your lips. “I want more.”

“Gracious, there’s no need to be so graphic,” the priest says, his voice slightly forced. You can hear him breathing heavily despite the wood slat between you.

“I’m sorry, father. I just wish to be as thorough as possible.” You take a shuddering breath and continue with your story. “This is where the trickery begins. Mr. Pile proposed that he stick the tip in, and I, in my naivety, believed him. When I wasn’t looking he slammed the whole thing in.”

“Are you lying again, my child?”

“Yes. Oh God, I wanted it. I was the one that yanked Mr. Pile, and I’ve never felt more complete than in that hour he was inside me. He was slow and rhythmic. I rode him like a wave. Up and down, in and out, but always screaming for more.” Your tenuous grip on the bench weakens as your hands tremble. The void between your legs beckons. “I’m a slut, father.”

“Yes, you are,” the priest moans.

“What can I do for forgiveness?”

You hear a long groan from the other side. When the priest speaks again he seems out of breath. “Say thirty Hail Mary’s and give yourself a spanking. Yes, a spanking will do quite nicely.”

You thank the priest for his help and emerge into the cathedral, a new woman (+15 Chastity)

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Lust: 49— There’s pulsing hunger between your legs

Chastity: 64— You've got that fresh soul smell

Popularity: 72— Chelsea, that cute girl who can’t say no.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mYyULtLIvejTTHMWkengWQCwVh974ZK_Udohk8PHb4E/edit

New Stats for today!

Drunk: 10– There’s a pleasant warm feeling in your stomach.

Dehydration– 10– Things feel ok.

______

You still have about an hour before class begins. How would you like to spend that time?

>>33455

>>33456

>>33452

It is decided! Players now have the opportunity to dress Chelsea. Either post a description of what you'd like her to wear, or post a picture. Stats will be modified accordingly.

Keep in mind, this is the outfit Chelsea will be wearing to the party tonight.

>>33457

>>33510

I'm aware. I've got one of them big, fancy google docs with all the word things saved. I'm prepared for when the ship goes down.

>>33459

Since this seems to be the only opinion on wardrobe, I'm gonna go with it. We've got a mid thigh dress with knee-high boot stiletto things and a small overcoat.

I'm working on the next update now. Know, though, that I drank more than my fair share over New Years, and I might pass out before I can proof read it. See y'all soon!

Confession always leaves you with a squeaky clean kind of feel. It reminds you of when your mother would force feed you bars of soap– not for any transgression, of course, but because a soul needs a good washing every now and then. Lavender was your favorite.

Stacy’s moans echoed against the cathedral’s marble walls. The priest must really be letting her have it. You are both surprised and pleased with the enthusiasm she has taken to her purification. If you’re not careful, Stacy might just surpass you. ‘It’d be wise,’ you think, ‘to continue my Godly morning by completing my repentance as soon as possible.’

A dollop of mud slops to the floor. A shower would do you some good, too.

Your father is still snoring into the couch where you left him. Those sleeping pills must pack quite the punch. Didn’t he have work today, too? Oh well, that’s probably just some subtle foreshadowing.

>>33630

The hot water feels good against your sore skin. The fight with Stacy left you with a couple bruises. Thick streams of brown water disappear down the drain as the mud sloughs off your body. The pulsing need between your legs hovers on the edge of your thoughts. How easy would it be to just slip a few fingers inside?

Instead, you brace your hand against the wall of the shower.

“Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.

Amen,” you whisper.

The accompanying slap makes you jump. Your butt tingles where the palm met flesh. (+5 Lust*(2 Horny)=10 Lust)

“Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.

Amen.”

Another slap, this one stronger than before. (+5 Lust*(2 Horny)=10 Lust) You bite your lip and let out a small moan.

“Hail Mary…” Your grip on the wall weakens. “Hail Mary…” You slide a couple inches. “Hail Mary…” The words are frantic now. “Hail Mary…” All you can focus on is the tingling pain along your backside. “Hail Mary…” Is it pain, or is it pleasure? “Hail Mary…” The line is becoming blurred. “Hail Mary…” The prayer is now little more than an excuse. “Hail Mary…” Your eyes roll into the back of your head. (+5 Base Lust*8(Slaps)*2(Horny)=80 Lust)

The strength in your legs fails as you collapse to the bathtub floor in a shuddering orgasm. You manage to stifle your scream, but only barely. Wracked by convulsions, your fingers claw uncontrollably at the smooth ceramic.(-100 Lust)(You have lost the horny trait)

It’s some time before you can climb your way back up to your ‘prayer’ position. “Hail Mary…” Never before have you been so eager to say the holy rosary. “Hail Mary…” It might be worth sinning if this is the punishment. “Hail Mary… Hail Mary… Hail mary…” Three prayers spoken in rapid succession, each more ragged than the last. “Hail Mary…” You like the way the meat of your supple butt moves with the strike of your palm. “Hail Mary…” It’s hypnotic, and though you would never admit it, intriguing. “Hail Mary…” Your arousal reaches a crest. “Hail Mary…” And descends down the other side. (+5 base Lust*10(Slaps)=50 Lust)

With a scream, you fall to your knees. You grasp the meat of your thigh in a painful grip, struggling to keep your hands from between your legs. It takes everything you have to remain upright. When you release your legs, your fingers leave behind red outlines, remnants of your touch.

>>33631

With trembling legs, you climb to your feet. “Hail Mary…” The prayer comes out in a sob. “Hail Mary…” Pain and pleasure, long since mixed, now builds to a blinding sensation. “Hail Mary…” Your vision swims. “Hail Mary…” Every spanking feels stronger than the last. “Hail Mary…” Maybe that’s what the priest intended? “Hail Mary…” He certainly was an… intriguing man. “Hail Mary…” So flustered with your little confession. “Hail Mary…” Your next repentance might benefit from a partner. “Hail Mary…” Charlie might be willing. “Hail Mary…” You spit the final words out in a barely comprehensible gasp, eager to reach what you know comes next. (+5 base Lust*10(Slaps)=50 Lust)

The orgasm builds like a lazy wave, cresting and crashing against you. It comes again and again, and, like the shore, all you can do is let yourself be covered. You curl into a ball on the bathtub floor, convulsing and relaxing in intermittent and uncontrolled bursts. The water grows cold. (-100 Lust)

Finally, you find the strength to get up. Your arms and legs tremble as you dry yourself off. No amount of prayer has ever left you with such a raw, clean feeling. Like a luffa to the soul (this is why I get paid the big bucks), all your sins have been stripped away. (+5 Chastity)

(You have gained the SPANKING FETISH: A bad girl deserves to be punished, and you’ve certainly been a bad girl. All spanking related lust gains are now doubled. In a addition, you can suggest/self administer spanking as a manner of reducing lust without losing chastity)

The session in the bathroom has left you parched.(+30 Thirst. Because this shit needs to start being relevant)

A quick glance at the clock reveals that you’re running late to class. Even worse, Mr. Pile’s gym class is where you’re supposed to be, and he’s sure to notice your tardiness. At best he’ll give you detention, but at worst he’ll give you… something else (Author’s note: His penis). On the other hand, though, if you skip the punishment will surely be worse, and the school will definitely let your dad know of your absence.

What do you do?

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Lust: 00— Your butt tingles

Chastity: 69— You've got that fresh soul smell

Popularity: 72— Chelsea, that cute girl who rediscovered her priorities

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mYyULtLIvejTTHMWkengWQCwVh974ZK_Udohk8PHb4E/edit

New Stats for today!

Drunk: 10– There’s a pleasant warm feeling in your stomach.

Dehydration– 50– Things are feeling a little dry..

>>33633

That's a good question. Give me a ten difficulty intelligence test.

10 Difficulty+ 15 Exhibitionism = 35 Intelligence threshold.

And, fuck, let's get a ten difficulty thirst check.

10 difficulty+ 50 dehydration= 60 thirst check

>>33683

Yeah, my bad. I've got a bit of a head ache and can't focus properly. I guess that means you pass? Shit, where did I put the rule book in the event of a tie…

Yeah, I guess you do.

>>33685

And that's a fail.

Ok, so you got a little carried away with your repentance. This is fine. A little zealotry never hurt anybody. But a good Christian isn’t late to school. No sir. If you pulled what you’re pulling now back in seminary school, then the nuns would’ve caned you good. You bite your lip at the memory, your behind still tingling pleasantly from the shower.

You reach into your bag of newly bought clothes and toss on something simple. Just a mid-length dress and some boots. Nothing too risque. You do a twirl in front of your mirror, admiring the way the dress’ edge flares with the spin. For a brief instant you spy something pink and glistening. You forgot the underwear. Smiling sheepishly, you slide a fresh pair on.

“You are thirsty,” Jesus whispers in your ear. “Soo thiiirsty…”

“No.”

“Sand. Saltines. Rice cakes. Those little packages they stick with beef jerky to keep the meat dry. Come on, groovy girl. Take a drink and let the good times roll.”

(Thirst resistance test failed)

Jesus does have a point. Your little session in the bathroom left you with a powerful thirst. You grab a bottle of water from the fridge on the way out the door. The liquid turns a deep red at your touch. (+10 Drunk) (-30 Thirst)

(You have gained the GIGGLY trait: Things are way more funny than they should be. Add a +1 base modifier to all popularity gains. When attempting to perform a complex action, Chelsea has a small chance getting overcome by a fit of laughter.)

The class is out on the track doing laps. For some reason, the sprinklers were running, soaking the girls through their white gym-shirts. Mr. Pile sat under under a beach umbrella sipping on a tall glass of iced tea. Beads of condensation dripped off the glass’ side. Despite the bottle of water, now finished, the sight of it makes you thirsty. (+10 thirst)

“Slowly now, ladies! Slowly,” Mr. Pile says. “Julia! Try to put a little more bounce in your step!” Mr. Pile sees you. “Why, if it isn’t miss Bechman. You’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you? Go on now, I’m in a good mood, tell me why you decided to disrespect me by showing up late.” He takes a long sip from his tea and eyes you with a predatory look.

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What do you do?

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Lust: 00— Your butt tingles

Chastity: 69— You've got that fresh soul smell

Popularity: 72— Chelsea, that cute girl who rediscovered her priorities

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mYyULtLIvejTTHMWkengWQCwVh974ZK_Udohk8PHb4E/edit

New Stats for today!

Drunk: 20– Teehee

Dehydration– 30– You wouldn’t say no to a glass of water

>>33725

>What do you do?

Go with the righteous anger approach; spiritual needs (it was a penance by a priest after all!) and Jesus above everything else.

>The liquid turns a deep red at your touch.

kek

>>33728

That's the first OC anybody has ever done for me. *Sniff* I'm touched.

>>33729

>>33734

We've got a consensus. Let me get a Deus Vult roll at 15 difficulty.

15 difficulty - 5 Confident = 10 Deus Vult threshold.