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S.O.L. Games: Pet Teachers part 1/2

How to read S.O.L. Games (pronounced ‘soul’) :

Start with the Prologue and one or more Level 1 chapters in any order.

(Jump Ropes, Floor is Lava, Pet Teachers)

Then read one or more Level 2 chapters in any order.

(Web Design, Teacher Taut, Chemistry, Tug of War)

Then read one or more Level 3 chapters in any order.

(Hide & Seek, Pencil Sharpener, Anatomy, Dodgeball)

Then read one or more Level 4 chapters in any order.

(Stations of the Cross, Mr. Wolf, LockHer, Four Square)

And so on. More to come!



Link to all my stories and more chapters to this story are in my profile.



Teachers and high school seniors abducted and forced into extreme sex games on a remote island replica of their school. Kind of a choose your own adventure. Inspired by the anime “Euphoria”, the book “Battle Royal”, the show “Squid Games”, and more.

In this one, he chooses two of his milf teachers.



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DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That’s the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES / WARNINGS

-Non-con, Violence, Male-dom

-Gross bodily fluids / bad smells

-Pissing



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Prologue

“In the soft glow of dawn’s first light, a timeless spectacle unfolds along the sandy shores. Baby sea turtles emerge, their tiny forms racing towards the distant horizon. But in nature’s relentless game, the odds are stark – for many of these fragile hatchlings, the path to adulthood is fraught with peril that tests their very existence.”

Just another mundane day in Biology class. I’m slouched at the back, barely engaged as some monotonous nature video plays on the screen at the front. A British narrator with a soothing voice drones on about sea turtles on the beach or some shit.

My attention wanders, fingers tapping away at an arcade-style game on my phone hidden beneath my desk, while my mind drifts into indecent daydreams about the girl seated in front of me. Anything to endure the tedium of this boring fucking class.

The last thing I remember from this day is the sudden hissing noise coming from the AC vents above us. Some of my classmates starting to panic. Screaming. A few people around me passing out from the gas. Then nothing. Black…

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I wake up in a comfy bed. A beautiful bedroom. A bathroom off to the side. Maybe a hotel room? Luxurious, but simple. Struggling to my feet with a strained grunt, I try the main door, try to leave the room. It’s locked. I can’t escape! I look out the window. Beach. Ocean. And a building next to this one. A school? I have no idea where I am. The window won’t open either. I rub my eyes, still trying to wake up. The fuck is happening?

I notice something around my neck. A metal collar of some sort, tight but not uncomfortable. I tug at it, but it doesn’t budge.

I look at the TV. It’s on. It takes a minute for me to realize what I’m looking at. It’s live footage. A gymnasium. In a school. No… in MY school! St. Isidore of Seville, a private Catholic school outside Chicago. Students and teachers huddle around the gym. People I know! Some sitting on the floor, some pacing back and forth, all looking terrified. All of them female, no males. Actually, it’s only teachers and senior girls, and only certain ones. I look closely. Only the attractive ones? A chill runs through me.

I notice a remote by the TV. Basic controls like volume. I try changing the channel. It switches to another camera in the gym! Switch again, another. Then several others. I can view the girls from virtually any angle. I keep switching and it goes to the locker rooms connected to the gym. More angles in there too. Then the cafeteria, then a classroom, then a hallway. Every angle imaginable, every room, even outside.

But the school looks different. Everything’s newer, cleaner. Some doors missing, some walls changed. Windows and doors barred and secured. Bunk beds and some TV monitors line the perimeter of the gym. I glance at the school building out the window again. It’s a replica. The whole building. A complete copy of my entire school! What the fuck? This is literally impossible, isn’t it? How could someone make this? How could everyone in my school be kidnapped? And why?!

A little 8-bit jingle suddenly comes over the PA system throughout the school for a few seconds, like an arcade game. My cameras pick up the audio. I turn up the volume on the TV.

A pleasant female voice starts speaking through the PA. An automated recording? It gives the girls instructions in a sweet, innocent tone, “Welcome to the School of Lust. Please stay calm. You have been seIected for a series of sex games. If you obey and follow all instructions, you will finish the game and be released.” Whispers of confusion and cries of panic come from the girls throughout the gym.

“Disobedience will result in immediate action. Pain or death, depending on the severity. Please note the collars you wear around your necks.” I notice each girl has the same thing I have, metal chokers tight around their throats.

“These devices can emit powerful shocks and even lethal explosions. Tampering with a device will result in death.”

The Announcer continues for several minutes. The teachers and students are given a routine, when to eat, sleep, and bathe. And reminded again to always follow instructions and never disobey or attempt escape.

“Everything you need is supplied to you in these three connected rooms: the gymnasium, the cafeteria, and the locker rooms. You must maintain your hygiene and typical appearances at all times. We’ve even supplied you each with clothing and products that will help replicate your exact home environments and belongings.”

“To ensure your cooperation, ten of each of your loved ones have been abducted.” The TV screens start displaying grids of faces, images of each girl’s friends and family, cycling through them like a slide show.

“If you are disobedient, one of your loved ones at random will be tortured and killed. Continued disobedience will result in your own death.” Screams from girls around the gymnasium force the voice to wait. It’s not automated — the voice is actually waiting. There’s a real person behind all this!

As the noise dies down, the Announcer continues, “However, each game you complete will release one of your loved ones. After all ten are released, you yourself may go home. At this point, you will also receive $5,000,000 for your troubles.

“When a game announcement begins, you must all line up in the gymnasium. Failure to do so will result in punishment. One or more females will then be chosen for the game. One male from your school will be chosen as well, coming to join you from a separate location. If you are chosen, you must go to the specified classroom, where you will be given specific game instructions. Chosen females must be blindfolded before entering the room. The chosen male will be gagged, unable to speak. Removing your blindfold at any point while inside the room will result in forfeiting the entire game for your loved ones and yourself. During the game, you and the chosen male must work together to complete all tasks announced, or risk forfeit.

“These general instructions will be repeated every morning. Please relax and await further instructions.”

A few minutes later, the same little 8-bit intro jingle followed by the pleasant female voice is projected through the speaker of my TV. Talking to me directly now!

“Welcome. You are the male participant chosen for our series of sex games. If you obey and follow all instructions, you will finish the game and be released.” The Announcer gives similar instructions to me as she did the girls, although my situation sounds much more pleasant than theirs. If I disobey, my collar triggers. Everything I need is supplied in this building, my own little luxury hotel of sorts. I can roam around it freely.

“You may leave the island whenever you want. Simply press the power button to turn off your TV. You will be returned home safely.

“If you’d like to start a game, simply choose ‘Begin Game’ from the menu on your TV. We will immediately make an announcement for all females to line up in the gymnasium. You may then seIect a female participant of your choice.”

I realize I’ve been holding my breath. My hand quivers as I reach for the remote. I hit ‘Menu’ to follow along with the Announcer, and suddenly I see a full list of every teacher and student abducted for the games. Each of their faces, with descrlptions and bios. A ‘Begin Game’ button is at the top of the menu. I stare at the faces. The pictures are from our yearbook! All smiling and innocent, not at all like the distraught expressions of the kidnapped women currently huddled in the gym. My teachers. Girls in my class. Girls I’ve always thought about, had crushes on, could never have. I feel myself stir beneath my pants. Is this really happening? No, this is disgusting ! I should leave!

“Once a female is seIected, you will proceed to a designated room in the school. The female will be blindfolded and will not know your identity. A set of instructions will be given, and any relevant materials will be supplied in the room. It is entirely up to you how you complete the tasks.

“Females are unaware that you are the only chosen male. Your identity will be kept completely secret, even after leaving the island. Females are under the impression that you are gagged during games, as they are blindfolded. The gag is optional and is merely an excuse for you to remain silent and help obscure your identity if you wish to use it.

“You must also bring the remote you currently hold. Females are under the impression that you are being forced in these tasks, just as they are. But unbeknownst to them, the games are often interactive, allowing you to secretly make choices with the remote.

“If a game is completed successfully, you will earn $10,000 and will return to this bedroom. You can see your current winnings in the menu on your TV. You may leave at any time, taking your earnings with you.”

Paid to play sexual games with girls I’ve always dreamed about? I feel myself stiffen a bit more. No, stop, this is wrong.

“Please take as long as you’d like, relax, and enjoy your stay.”

I get up and explore. The front door is unlocked now. I walk out and find myself in a sort of hotel hallway. A small eating room is at the end of the hall with glass cases filled with a huge seIection of fresh food. The other end of the hall has a small private pool and some gym equipment. No one else is here. But I notice cameras everywhere. I’m being watched.

I return to the bedroom and sit in silence for a few full hours, just watching the girls in the gym on the screen. Deciding what to do.

A few girls eventually attempt escape, resulting in them getting shocked and immobilized by their collars. I watch, unable to help, unable to look away as a girl pisses herself in pain. Big red ‘X’ marks are later displayed on the faces of a few of their loved ones on the TVs. That can’t mean… no this is making me sick!

One girl still attempts escape that evening. The result is brutal. I avert my eyes. I can’t watch. She had been in my Biology class. The lights go out throughout the school, pitch black. Several minutes later, she’s gone, everything cleaned up.

No one dares disobey after that.

I sit on the bed the entire first day. Terrified. My stomach nauseous. Yet I can’t help but flip through the channels. Watching. I finally fall asleep late at night, tossing and turning, waking up several times to stare at that screen.

The next morning, I lie awake in bed. Wait, how many days have I been here?

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