The Forest of Thrallwood

=><= WARNING! This NSFW story is intended for 18+ audiences. Contains explicit m/m sexual content, tickling, milking, foot fetishism, tentacles, non-con encounters, etc, that some readers may find arousing. [[Continue->Prologue]]

Caleb wandered cautiously through the forest, watching pollen spores floating through beams of sunlight glimmering through the dense treetops and taking care not to stray too far from the leaf-littered stone path. He had started out with a sense of trepidation, but could feel himself being lulled into a sense of calmness by the serene surroundings of the lush green woods. The air was damp and fresh, and the whole forest felt alive - perhaps in more ways than one. The smell of moss and ancient trees filled his nostrils. For all the scary stories he'd heard about this place growing up, it all seemed so innocuous. Presently, he reached a fork in the path; there was nothing remarkable about either route as far as he could tell. Still, he didn't want to take a wrong turn... (link: "Take the left path")[(set: $route to "left")(goto: "Prologue 2")] (link: "Take the right path")[(set: $route to "right")(goto: "Prologue 2")]

Caleb opened his eyes and gasped. Rain quietly patted against the window in the dark. He was at home, in his cosy bed, safe from the nightmarish tentacles. His third nightmare about the Thrallwood this week. Now in his eighteenth year, he couldn't avoid being sent into the forest for much longer. The town Patricians would soon summon him for his "Burgeoning", where tradition dictated he must undertake the infamous Rite of Thrallwood. The rite separated the weak from the strong, ensuring that the town would prosper for centuries to come. It was not a prospect Caleb relished, given that the weak never returned from the forest. Those who *did* were deemed to have been favoured by the Gods and therefore worthy of passing on their superior heredity to the next generation. Yet upon their return they were profoundly changed. They had seen things. Things that would haunt them long into old age. [[Continue->Prologue 5]]

None ever spoke of what they witnessed in the Thrallwood; none dared ask. [[THE FOREST OF THRALLWOOD->Title screen]]

=><= THE FOREST OF THRALLWOOD An interactive fiction by TakenAndTickled *takenandtickled@gmail.com* [[START->Choose class]]

CHOOSE CLASS: (link: "TWINK")[(set: $class to "twink")(goto: "Skin tone")] *The archetypal prettyboy, twinks have been genetically engineered to serve as boyband members, movie heartthrobs, and rent boys for centuries. Innocent in appearance, they have a coy understanding of the sexual power they wield and are known to be shameless teases, especially when it comes to their bare feets. There are three important rules when owning a twink: do not expose it to bright light, do not get it wet, and never feed it after midnight.* — Weak against: Humans — Strong against: Elementals — Twinkle Toes: feet are extra ticklish (link: "TWUNK")[(set: $class to "twunk")(goto: "Skin tone")] *An older brother to the simple twink, twunks possess the same boyish good looks but have a much more muscular build. Twinks usually evolve into twunks when they reach their 20s, else they die of old age. Twunks are particularly adept at "thirst trapping", a skill they use to ensnare the "Gooners", an ancient tribe of lobotomised sex zombies. Often smooth, though many can be found with sexy furry legs, and almost all have very juicy asses.* — Weak against: Elementals — Strong against: Mythologicals — Tough Tiddy: nipples are extra sensitive (link: "HUNK")[(set: $class to "hunk")(goto: "Skin tone")] *Young, dumb, and full of cum, hunks are more muscular than a twunk and often hairier, especially around the chest area - unless they shave it, which, owing to vanity, many do. Hunks love nothing more than to flaunt their bodies for lesser mortals to drool over, envy, and masturbate to. Gyms and beaches are their natural habitat, although some would argue (correctly) that a barn is more appropriate, given that so many hunks make ideal "milking stock".* — Weak against: Mythologicals — Strong against: Humans — Big Dumb Bull: produces copious amounts of semen

SKIN TONE (link: "Light")[(set: $skin to "light")(goto: "Hair colour")] (link: "Dark")[(set: $skin to "dark")(goto: "Hair colour")]

HAIR COLOUR (link: "Blond")[(set: $hair to "blond")(goto: "Cock type")] (link: "Brown")[(set: $hair to "brown")(goto: "Cock type")] (link: "Black")[(set: $hair to "black")(goto: "Cock type")] (link: "Red")[(set: $hair to "red")(goto: "Cock type")]

COCK TYPE: (link: "Uncut")[(set: $cock to "uncut")(goto: "Sadistic mode")] (link: "Cut")[(set: $cock to "cut")(goto: "Sadistic mode")]

ENABLE SADISTIC MODE? Adds the option to automatically fail an enemy encounter for players who just want to read the juicy bits - but bear in mind you'll need to reload and start again from the beginning after most fails... (link: "No")[(goto: "Prologue 6")] (link: "Yes")[(set: $sadist to 1)(goto: "Prologue 6")]

Caleb stood at the edge of town, looking across the open fields to the forest in the distance. (if: $class is "twink")[A lock of (print: $hair) hair drooped over his eye and he brushed it behind his ear. He was skinny and delicate, with smooth(if: $skin is "light")[ milky-white skin](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ dark brown skin] and a boyish face.](elseif: $class is "twunk")[A lock of (print: $hair) hair drooped over his eye and he brushed it behind his ear. He was toned and athletic, with a lean(if: $skin is "light")[ milky-white body](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ dark brown body] and a boyish face.](else:)[He ran a hand through his ruffled (print: $hair) hair. He was tall and muscular, with light fuzz on his(if: $skin is "light")[ milky-white chest, arms, and legs](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ dark brown chest, arms, and legs] and a masculine face for his youthful age.] From this safe distance, the forest seemed dead. The trees were still. There was no birdsong from within. Caleb shivered. The last boy to enter the woods, Jonah, still hadn't returned after many weeks. However, Caleb was determined to complete the Rite of Thrallwood and make it safely home. The forest wouldn’t claim *him.* He wouldn’t let it. 'Caleb! Where are you, boy?' His uncle was calling for him. The moment had arrived. It was time to go home and prepare for the dawn ceremony and the trial ahead. As he turned his back to the forest, a gust of wind blew past him and he could've sworn he heard a tormented voice whisper in the air: *Don't venture into the Thrallwood...* Caleb froze. He dared not look over his shoulder. It was just the wind. Nothing but the wind. [[Continue->Prologue 7]]

(set: $water to 1)The next morning a small group of Patricians escorted Caleb to the outer edge of the forest, where they gave him a vial of blessed water and a sacred amulet. Patrician Dunstan took the boy aside. 'This water was drawn from the Spring of Salvation itself. It will protect you without fail when in danger, but there is only enough for a single use, so choose your moment wisely. This Amulet of Mezendoah, however, can be used as many times as you like to defend you from a foe, but be warned: it may not always work successfully. Some are more resistant to its enchantments than others.' 'I understand,' said Caleb, putting the vial of water in his pocket and hanging the amulet around his neck. 'Good. Now accompany Patrician Godric into the forest to begin the rite.' [[Caleb's choice->Choice one]]

[[Compliant]] [[Stubborn]] (set: $counter to 5) You have |amount>[$counter] seconds to decide. (live: 1s)[ (set: $counter to it - 1) (if: $counter is 0)[(go-to: (either: "Compliant", "Stubborn"))] (replace: ?amount)[$counter] ]

(set: $compliant to 1)'Yes, Patrician. As you wish.' Clutching his amulet, Caleb followed Patrician Godric through the trees to the start of the forest path. 'Deep within the forest is Hild's Foss, where you will find a vein of Iridescent Quartz,' said Godric. 'Bring us a piece of this precious stone and the rite will be complete.' 'Yes, Patrician.' Caleb was too nervous to look the old man in the eye. 'Today you become a man, yet you still seem so weak. I fear you may not survive the Thrallwood. I will tell thee this: Hild's Foss is home to an entity that does not like to be disturbed. When - indeed, if - you find the quartz, be sure to exercise discretion.' Caleb nodded. Godric turned and left the forest the way they had entered. Caleb thought about following after him, but with a loud rustle the leafy boughs and branches of the trees closed in to block off any exit, trapping him inside the Thrallwood. He had no choice but to venture on. He followed the path further into the forest to a small clearing. The air was cool and damp. Scant sunlight blinked through the tall trees; towering redwoods, oaks, sycamores. The ground was littered with crunchy foliage and fallen seeds. There was no sign of life; no birds flitting through the air, no squirrels scurrying along the trunks, no bees buzzing around the wildflowers... and yet Caleb couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched. Upon reaching the clearing, the path forked off in three different directions: the path to the left was lush and overgrown with wild flora. The path to the right was shaded by a canopy of cobwebs. The path ahead led to the sound of rushing water. [[He took the path left]] [[He took the path right]] [[He followed the path ahead]]

(set: $stubborn to 1) 'Wait... no. No, I won't. You can't make me do this!' Caleb clutched at his amulet as he stubbornly stood his ground. 'Come along, boy. Nobody refuses the rite!' said Patrician Godric, roughly grabbing Caleb by the arm and forcefully dragging him through the trees. 'No! Get off me, let me go!' Caleb dug his heels in, but the forest floor was slippery with dead leaves and loose dirt and he struggled to gain a foothold as the old man led him to the start of the forest path. 'Now listen to me, you little brat: deep within the forest is Hild's Foss, where you will find a vein of Iridescent Quartz,' said Godric, shoving the young man to the floor. 'You will bring us a piece of this precious stone if you want to complete the rite.' 'And if I refuse?' Caleb wilfully looked the old man straight in the eye. 'Today you become a man, and I see you have spirit. That is good. You will certainly need it to survive the Thrallwood. I will tell thee this: Hild's Foss is home to an entity that does not like to be disturbed.' Without another word, Godric turned abruptly and left the forest the way they had entered. Caleb quickly leapt to his feet to give chase, but with a loud rustle the leafy boughs and branches of the trees closed in to block off any exit, trapping him inside the Thrallwood. He had no choice but to venture on. He followed the path further into the forest to a small clearing. The air was cool and damp. Scant sunlight blinked through the tall trees; towering redwoods, oaks, sycamores. The ground was littered with crunchy foliage and fallen seeds. There was no sign of life; no birds flitting through the air, no squirrels scurrying along the trunks, no bees buzzing around the wildflowers... and yet Caleb couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched. Upon reaching the clearing, the path forked off in three different directions: the path to the left was lush and overgrown with wild flora. The path to the right was shaded by a canopy of cobwebs. The path ahead led to the sound of rushing water. [[He took the path left]] [[He took the path right]] [[He followed the path ahead]]

(set: $torch to 1)Caleb took the left path, where the plants grew unusually large. He had never seen such strange and exotic flowers as these before; they almost seemed to be... conscious. As he marvelled at the unfamiliar plant life, he nudged something with his foot. It was a wooden torch. He picked it up and tied it to the belt of his breeches, supposing it might come in handy later. The path continued on into deep dark woods, where strange wisps could be seen glimmering in the gloom. Caleb started off, but stopped when he noticed another option: a well-trod trail leading off the beaten track through the overgrown thicket. It wasn't a formal pathway, but had clearly been trampled by many young townsmen in the past. Caleb faced a dilemma. Safer to stick to the path, or take his chances in the undergrowth? [[Caleb's choice->Choice two]]

Caleb followed the path right, where a mesh of cobwebs hung between the trees above his head. He shivered at the thought of the spider - or spiders - that could have spun such thick webbing. Best to keep his head down and make his way through the area as quickly as possible. All the plant life along this path seemed wilted and dying, and the trees disease-ridden with splitting bark and broken branches. And more cobwebs. Presently, Caleb reached a fork in the path. To the right he swore he could hear the sound of scuttling legs - or perhaps it was his imagination? To the left the path was deathly silent... [[Caleb's choice->Choice five]]

Caleb continued on ahead, following the sound of water. As he emerged from the wooded glen the forest was less dense and the sun shone upon the path, which sloped down towards the bank of a river. Even here, where the forest looked so placid, there was an eerie stillness about the place, as though all the life had long since departed it. Reaching the edge of the river Caleb determined that it wouldn't be too wide to wade across, but the water was fast-flowing and he had no idea how deep it might be. Further along the bank he could see a stone bridge crossing to the other side. He dipped his hand in the clear water; it was cool, but not unbearably freezing. Still, the bridge seemed like the safer option... [[He crossed the river]] [[He crossed the bridge]]

[[He stuck to the path]] [[He abandoned the path]] (set: $counter to 5) You have |amount>[$counter] seconds to decide. (live: 1s)[ (set: $counter to it - 1) (if: $counter is 0)[(go-to: (either: "He stuck to the path", "He abandoned the path"))] (replace: ?amount)[$counter] ]

(set: $cautious to 1)Caleb figured it would be wiser to stay on the path - you never know what might be lurking in the undergrowth. He proceeded onwards into the darkest part of the woods, cautiously approaching the flickering flashes in the distance. From this far back he couldn't tell what they were; a trick of the light through the trees, perhaps, or a swarm of fireflies. But as he drew nearer he could hear the sound of gleeful sniggering and see that the wisps had a humanoid look about them... *Heeheeheehee...* (link-reveal: "Gigghouls")[ *(elementals)*]. Mischievous apparitions that were known to derive their otherworldly pleasure from chasing down and molesting innocent passers-by, often by tickling them. It was a harmless enough ordeal, if a little uncomfortable, unless the unfortunate victim was particularly weak-willed and *deathly* ticklish... Caleb hated being tickled(if: $class is "twink")[, especially on his soft twink feets].(elseif: $class is "hunk")[ Even a masculine stud like him was horribly ticklish.] He decided to retreat and find another way around, but as he turned he stepped on a twig and with a loud *SNAP* it alerted the ghostly gropers to his presence. They were all around him before he had a chance to run, their creepy chuckling ringing in his ears. He had to escape, and fast. It was too far to head back now - he would have to hurry on instead. *HEEHEEHEEHEE...* (link: "Use water")[(set: $water to "gigghouls")(goto: "Succeed gigghouls")] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=5)[(goto: "Fail gigghouls")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed gigghouls")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail gigghouls")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed gigghouls")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail gigghouls")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed gigghouls")]] ] (link: "Use torch")[(set: $torch to 0)(goto: "Succeed gigghouls")] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail gigghouls")]]

(set: $daring to 1)Caleb bravely decided to take his chances. He stumbled through a mass of vines and nettles, taking care not to trip over, anxiously keeping an eye on the towering plants all around him. 'Ow! Aah...' Caleb stopped abruptly. In his haste he had become snagged on a thorn bush and pricked his hand. He tugged himself free, ripping a hole in his shirt, and examined the back of his hand where the sharp thorn had scratched him. There was little blood, but the vein around the wound had begun to change colour and Caleb felt dizzy. *Poison.* He hurried on, eager to get back to the path, but as the toxins began to course through his blood he lost his footing and fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but was quickly grabbed by thick green vines wrapping themselves around his wrists and ankles, squeezing tight like leafy snakes and stretching him out in a spreadeagle position. (if: $compliant is 1)['Gaah, no! What is this? Oh Gods, help me!'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Grrr, no! Get off! Rrrgh, stop!'] Caleb wriggled frantically as another vine poked through the hole in his shirt. It slithered up his(if: $class is "twink")[ slender body,](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ taut body,](else:)[ beefy body,] tickling his ribs, until the tip was wiggling against his tender nipple. Lifting his head off the ground, he saw before him a gigantic pod dripping with sticky sap as it slowly opened up like a giant mouth full of slimy suckers. It was a (link-reveal: "Suckulent")[ *(elemental)*], a terrifying plant he had only heard of in scary bedtime stories as a child. But this was no bedtime story; it was a waking nightmare. The vines began to drag him, screaming and flailing, across the forest floor towards the terrifying pod. A sickly sweet aroma filled the air. Caleb could feel the poison dulling his senses. If he was going to escape, it was now or never. He clenched his fist and managed to slip one wrist out of the plant's grasp... (link: "Use water")[(set: $water to "suckulent")(goto: "Succeed suckulent")] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=4)[(goto: "Fail suckulent")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed suckulent")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail suckulent")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed suckulent")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=5)[(goto: "Fail suckulent")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed suckulent")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail suckulent")]]

(if: $water is "suckulent")[Caleb's hand dived into his pocket and pulled out the small vial of blessed water. With the Suckulent's vines still reeling him in, he popped the stopper out with his thumb and poured the liquid down his throat. He felt a tingling sensation as the poison seeped out through the pores in his skin and was absorbed into the clutching vines. The Suckulent emitted a shrill screech, and the vines instantly loosened their grip on him. He leapt to his feet, discarded the empty vial, and ran on past the wilting plant. He kept running until he was safely out of the Suckulent's reach, eventually emerging on the other side of the scrub, back on the forest path. Behind him the path led back into the dark woods that he had bypassed, where ghostly shimmers could still be glimpsed. He figured he'd made the right decision, despite having used his blessed water. Still, he had his amulet and the torch he had found, so he continued onwards.]\ (else:)[Caleb reached for the amulet around his neck and rubbed it between his fingers. It glowed with an intense, otherworldly light; the Suckulent emitted a shrill screech, and the vines instantly loosened their grip on him. He leapt to his feet, brandishing the amulet before him as the vines shrank back, not daring to touch him. The pod snapped shut as if it had been tamed, and Caleb ran on past. He kept running until he was safely out of the Suckulent's reach, eventually emerging on the other side of the scrub, back on the forest path. When he examined his hand, he saw that the scratch had disappeared and his limbs felt normal again. The poison had been miraculously purged from his system. Behind him the path led back into the dark woods that he had bypassed, where ghostly shimmers could still be glimpsed. He figured he'd made the right decision, especially since he'd managed to save his blessed water for later. He also still had possession of the discarded torch, which he felt might yet come in handy. He continued onwards.] Here the path descended into a small valley under the lush green canopy of the trees, where a rocky crag loomed up on one side and a small stream trickled along on the other. As ominous as the Thrallwood was, Caleb couldn't help but admire the serene beauty of it. The stillness was at once both peaceful and unsettling. Further along the path, he discovered the entrance to a cave in the rock face. He peered inside, but it was pitch black; without his torch he was likely to be eaten by a grue... [[He entered the cave]] (use torch) [[He continued through the valley]]

Caleb reached for the amulet around his neck and rubbed it between his fingers. It glowed with an intense, otherworldly light; but it failed, as the Patrician warned it might. The vine took a firm hold of Caleb's free wrist again. (if: $compliant is 1)['Oh Gods, save me! No, no, please, no!' Caleb babbled hysterically, his heart racing and limbs writhing, as the vines lifted him off the ground and into the gaping maw of the Suckulent pod, drawing him closer towards the horrifying sight of thousands of wriggly little suckers waiting to grope at his body. He desperately tried to pull away, losing his torch in the tussle, but was enveloped inside the pod as it slowly closed up around him. 'Ugggh guuggh, unggh...' The boy could only gurgle with abject fear as the suckers leeched onto him and tugged at his clothes. The vines released him and withdrew through the lips of the pod before it sealed shut completely. The poison had increasingly paralysed him, preventing him from struggling, rendering him utterly powerless as the pod now filled with a gloopy pink-coloured fluid. *Oh no, oh please, no, what's going to happen to me? Somebody please save me, please, Gods, anybody! Ugh, ugh, no, NO!* Caleb whimpered with panic as the fluid continued to rise up to his neck where, mercifully, it stopped. It was an enzyme designed to break down fabrics; Caleb was kept immersed in it for many distressing hours while his clothes slowly dissolved, until he was totally naked. By now he was fully paralysed. The only thing he could move were his eyes, which anxiously darted left and right, staring in fear at the squelching suckers surrounding him and holding him in place as the fluid drained away.]\ (elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Rrrgh, fuck, no! Lemme go! Stop! STOP!' Caleb snorted impetuously, his heart racing and limbs writhing, as the vines lifted him off the ground and into the gaping maw of the Suckulent pod, drawing him closer towards the horrifying sight of thousands of wriggly little suckers waiting to grope at his body. He desperately tried to pull away, losing his torch in the tussle, but was enveloped inside the pod as it slowly closed up around him. 'Ugggh guuggh, unggh...' The boy could only gurgle with abject fear as the suckers leeched onto him and tugged at his clothes. The vines released him and withdrew through the lips of the pod before it sealed shut completely. The poison had increasingly paralysed him, preventing him from struggling, rendering him utterly powerless as the pod now filled with a gloopy pink-coloured fluid. *Oh, fuck no, not like this, it can't end like this! I have to get outta here... urgh, gross, what's happening? Oh Gods, no!* Caleb panted with panic as the fluid continued to rise up to his neck where, mercifully, it stopped. It was an enzyme designed to break down fabrics; Caleb was kept immersed in it for many distressing hours while his clothes slowly dissolved, until he was totally naked. By now he was fully paralysed. The only thing he could move were his eyes, which anxiously darted left and right, staring in fear at the squelching suckers surrounding him and holding him in place as the fluid drained away.] [[Caleb's fate->Fate suckulent]]

In the slimy darkness of the plant sac, naked and immobilised, Caleb was at the mercy of the wiggly feelers as they molested every inch of his frozen body and violated every orifice, from poking into his ears to slithering between his toes(if: $class is "twink")[ (which was pure torture given how ticklish his poor feets were)]. His mouth was fixed agape in a silent scream, his throat so numbed from the poison that he could only gurgle pathetically(if: $class is "twunk")[, and gasp in shock every time one of the wormy little tentacles squeezed his succulent nipples]. Sheer terror and the warmth of the pod made him sweat profusely. The suckers greedily slurped up every bead of salty man-juice to nourish the gigantic plant - but there was yet another more potent fluid the Suckulent required in order to flourish. 'UNGH!' Caleb let out a strangled grunt as a fat proboscis, oozing with sap, uncoiled from the bottom of the pod between his legs and forced its way between his(if: $class is "twink" or "twunk")[ smooth butt cheeks.](elseif: $class is "hunk")[ hairy butt cheeks.] The paralysing poison prevented him from clenching his virgin asshole as the moist appendage prodded against it curiously before slipping inside. *...schlurp, schlurp, schlurp...* The suckling noises filled his ears (literally) and he winced in agony as the tip of the proboscis flapped around in his guts, brushing back and forth against his untouched prostate. His cock began to grow. There was nothing he could do about it; he was forced to take it, the sucking and the hideous anal probing, as it stimulated his defenceless body and coaxed an erection out of him. 'Ugh, ugh... gggh...' Little feelers tickled his taint and balls, snaked up and down his hardening shaft,(if: $cock is "uncut")[ wriggled under his foreskin and stretched it open to expose his head,](elseif: $cock is "cut")[ wriggled all over his bulging mushroom-shaped head,] and slurped up the oozing pre-cum fresh from the slit. *...squrch, squrch, squrch...* The slimy proboscis squelched as it fucked the lad's hole, and Caleb's cock finally sprang up, rock hard and glistening with sweet man-sap. Another proboscis, this one long and thin like the tongue of a flutterby, uncurled from above his head and dipped down into his slit - 'AAANGH...' Caleb howled in agony as the thin proboscis penetrated his slit, delving deeper into his urethra to suck out the boy's nutritious nut nectar when he started to orgasm. 'Urgh, ggrgh, unngh...' Caleb ejaculated once, twice, thrice, and felt each thick load get sucked right out by the thirsty plant. *Ugh, any deeper and that thing would be inside his balls!*(if: $class is "hunk")[ Worse still, being such a big horny stud he couldn't stop himself giving up the biggest, thickest loads, cumming almost endlessly, *spurt spurt spurt,* and frantically willing himself to stop. Oh yes, the plant would feast well on this one.] And that was his existence now: trapped inside the giant Suckulent pod, being tickled and teased by the constantly wiggling feelers in all his most intimate areas while they lapped up his sweat, kept hard against his will, and having all his semen forcibly extracted. Several times a day the lips of the pod would part slightly - ah, the tantalising glimpse of unreachable daylight! - and a phallic vine would slip inside to feed him, stuffing itself into his open mouth and pouring some protein-packed liquid down his throat while he gulped in despair, praying that the plant would soon have its fill of his bodily fluids and wondering how many... days? Weeks? Months? *Oh Gods, not years?* ...of this sexual nightmare he had endured thus far. (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

(set: $torch to 0)Once inside the cave, Caleb was forced to use his torch to see the way ahead. He struck it against the rough stone wall and it flickered into flame, revealing unevenly carved steps descending deeper into the cave.(if: $water is 1)[ Feeling for the vial of blessed water in his pocket, he took a deep breath and proceeded downwards into the gloom.](else:)[ Wishing he still had his blessed water, he took a deep breath and proceeded downwards into the gloom.] The steps brought him out onto a ledge above a large cavern. There was a light from below, and the sound of voices. Caleb carefully leaned over the edge and saw three men sitting around a fire on the cave floor. Curious; what were other people doing out here in the Thrallwood? '...the stash safely away, then come back for it in two weeks.' 'Are you out of your mind, Mikael? I ain't risking my arse with them fucking plants again!' 'But don't you see, Lukas? That's what makes it the perfect hiding place. Ain't nobody gonna come sniffing around our loot down here.' Smugglers. So *that's* what they were up to. Looking around, Caleb spotted a couple of wooden chests nestled behind a large rock at one side of the cavern. Stolen goods, or illicit hooch perhaps. Still, it was no business of his. His only concern was how to make it through the cave without getting into trouble. No doubt these crooks would not take kindly to someone stumbling upon their treasure. To his left the ledge sloped down to where the smugglers were, and beyond them was a tunnel out of the cavern. For a moment he thought about retreating to the valley above, but having used up his torch getting down here he was sure he could definitely get past these guys one way or another... [[Caleb's choice->Choice three]]

Further on into the valley, Caleb began to relax. Here the forest was surprisingly pleasant; one could almost forget what a dangerous place it was. The ground all around was covered with a bed of bright blue flowers, thousands of them, giving off a strong scent that made Caleb feel a little giddy. The longer he walked amongst the flowers, breathing in the overpowering aroma, the more drowsy he felt until at last he stumbled to his knees and his vision became blurred. He saw two slender silhouettes approaching and heard girlish giggles. 'Tulip, look - we gots ourselves a cute new pwaything! D'aw, he look so sweepy...' ^_^ 'Aww! Can we keep him, Lily? Can we, can we?' OwO 'Only if you pwomise to feed him ev'ry day.' 'I pwomise, I pwomise!' (link-reveal: "Thirst nymphs")[ *(mythological)*]. Ugh, Caleb didn't have time for this nonsense! 'Alright then; he belong to us now! Come on, let's go get t'others.' '...wait... please... no...' murmured Caleb, with just enough lucidity to... (link: "Use water")[(set: $water to "nymphs")(goto: "Succeed nymphs")] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=8)[(goto: "Use your amulet")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed nymphs")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Use your amulet")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed nymphs")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=9)[(goto: "Use your amulet")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed nymphs")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Use your amulet")]]

[[Sneak->Sneak smugglers]] [[Run!->Run smugglers]] (set: $counter to 5) You have |amount>[$counter] seconds to decide. (live: 1s)[ (set: $counter to it - 1) (if: $counter is 0)[(go-to: "Caught smugglers")] (replace: ?amount)[$counter] ]

(set: $nymph to (either: "Poppy", "Azalea", "Blossom", "Tulip"))*...amulet... use your amulet...!* Caleb woke with a jolt and instinctively tried to reach for his amulet, only to find his arms and legs were restrained. As he fully regained his senses he realised he was raised halfway up in the air, tied spreadeagle between two sturdy trees. His shoes had been removed, along with his(if: $torch is 1)[ torch,] water and amulet. 'Looking for something, cutie?' UwU Standing before him were five thirst nymphs. Each was nude, save for their daisy-chain panties, with pale green skin and flowers growing in their hair. Caleb was quite taken by how pretty they were, and felt a subtle stirring in his undershorts... but snapped out of it when he saw the nymph called Tulip dangling his amulet in front of his eyes. (if: $compliant is 1)['No, I need that! Please, I don't mean you any harm... ugh, what do you want with me?'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Hey! Give that back, you little thief! What are you doing? Release me, NOW!'] More girly giggles. Tulip put the lad's amulet on a tree stump along with his vial of water(if: $torch is 1)[ and torch]. His shoes lay on the ground beside it. Caleb began to struggle vehemently. He felt more frustrated than afraid. What could a bunch of silly little nymphettes do to him anyway? 'Ooh, he so adorabubble!' 'I saw him first, Poppy!' 'Pwease let us play with him, Lily...' 'Don't worry, Azalea - I always share my toys!' 'Hey! Who said you could touch him, Bwossom?' Blossom was running her hands over Caleb's chest, fondling his nipples through his shirt.(if: $class is "twunk")[ He shuddered as her nimble fingers pinched his pert nips. 'Mmm, he gots some juicy tits for a boy, hehehe!'] He squirmed uncomfortably, feeling like a piece of meat. 'I just can't wait to unwrap him...' Blossom said, licking her lips. *Unwrap?* Now Caleb began to feel a little anxious. 'Not yet,' said Lily. 'We have to gather some supplieses first.' Caleb was left to sweat and wonder what the girls had in store for him as the nymphs headed off into the forest, leaving just (print: $nymph) behind to guard him. Caleb would have to convince her to let him go before the others returned.... 'Hey, (print: $nymph)...!' (if: $nymph is "Poppy")[(link: "Convince Poppy")[(goto: "Poppy one")]]\ (elseif: $nymph is "Azalea")[(link: "Convince Azalea")[(goto: "Azalea one")]]\ (elseif: $nymph is "Blossom")[(link: "Convince Blossom")[(goto: "Blossom one")]]\ (elseif: $nymph is "Tulip")[(link: "Convince Tulip")[(goto: "Tulip one")]] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(set: $poppy to 1)(set: $azalea to 1)(set: $blossom to 1)(set: $tulip to 1)(goto: "Nymph outcome")]]

(if: $daring is 1)[Caleb extinguished the flame on his torch, which had to be discarded since it was all burned out. He crept down the slope, deeper into the cavern, closer to the smugglers, careful to stay hidden. The voices grew louder: 'All I'm saying, Sol, is don't expect *me* to come back and retrieve it. We should send someone else.' 'Who like? I wouldn't even trust my own mother with such a job - and she taught me everything I know.' 'Wait, shush - what's that?' Caleb froze, holding his breath, his heart thumping. The man called Sol stood up. 'There's someone here... THERE!' The other two leapt to their feet and turned towards Caleb in the shadows. There was no time to run as the men pounced on him and dragged him out into the light. (if: $compliant is 1)['No, wait, please, let me go!'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Hey, get your hands off me! Let me GO!'] he cried. 'Well, look what we got here. A tasty snack!' 'Listen, I'm no threat to you, I'm just trying to pass through, if you let me go...' 'Go? But you just arrived,(if: $class is "twink")[ princess!](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ handsome!](else:)[ stud!] Why don't you stick around for a while?' 'Can't risk you running off to snitch on our stash.' 'I wont, I promise, I won't say a word!' 'Hey, guys, what say we have us some fun with this sneaky little fucker?' said one of the men with a wicked grin. 'Well, it *has* been ages since we had a decent fuck...' *Fuck? Oh Gods, no! Not that!* Caleb squirmed frantically in the smugglers' grasp and grabbed for his... (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Water")[(set: $water to "smugglers")(goto: "Succeed smugglers")]] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=8)[(goto: "Fail smugglers")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed smugglers")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail smugglers")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed smugglers")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail smugglers")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed smugglers")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail smugglers")]] ]\ (elseif: $cautious is 1)[Caleb extinguished the flame on his torch, which had to be discarded since it was all burned out. He crept down the slope, deeper into the cavern, closer to the smugglers, careful to stay hidden. The voices grew louder. 'All I'm saying, Sol, is don't expect *me* to come back and retrieve it. We should send someone else.' 'Who like? I wouldn't even trust my own mother with such a job - and she taught me everything I know.' 'Wait, shush - what's that?' Caleb froze, holding his breath, his heart thumping. 'What?' 'No, nothing. I thought I heard something.' 'It's this bloody forest, see? Gives you the heebie-jeebies...' Caleb carried on, skirting around in the shadows past where the men were sitting and silently slipping out through the exit into the tunnel. [[He escaped->Escape smugglers]] ]

(if: $daring is 1)[The exit wasn't too far; Caleb was sure he could make it if he just ran. Clutching the torch, he sprinted down the slope, his footsteps echoing around the cavern and alerting the smugglers, who leapt to their feet. 'Someone's there!' 'Don't let him get away!' 'Grab him!' Caleb rushed past them as they lunged at him; one of the men caught him by the arm. He waved the burning torch in his assailant's face. 'Get away from me, leave me alone!' 'Shit, careful!' The man let go, shielding himself from the flame, and Caleb rushed to the tunnel. The men gave chase, but the young(if: $class is "twink")[ twink](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ twunk](else:)[ hunk] was too fast for them and gave them the slip. From behind him a threatening voice echoed around the cave: *'Tell anyone about our stash and you're dead, kid! We'll find you...!'* [[He escaped->Escape smugglers]] ]\ (elseif: $cautious is 1)[The exit wasn't too far; Caleb was sure he could make it if he just ran. Clutching the torch, he sprinted down the slope, his footsteps echoing around the cavern and alerting the smugglers, who leapt to their feet. 'Someone's there!' 'Don't let him get away!' 'Grab him!' Caleb rushed past them as they lunged at him; one of the men caught him by the arm and Caleb tripped over, dropping his torch. The other two men jumped on him and pinned him to the ground. (if: $compliant is 1)['No, wait, please, let me go!'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Hey, get your hands off me! Let me GO!'] he cried. 'Well, look what we got here. A tasty snack!' 'Listen, I'm no threat to you, I'm just trying to pass through, if you let me go...' 'Go? But you just arrived,(if: $class is "twink")[ princess!](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ handsome!](else:)[ stud!] Why don't you stick around for a while?' 'Can't risk you running off to snitch on our stash.' 'I wont, I promise, I won't say a word!' 'Hey, guys, what say we have us some fun with this cocky little fucker?' said one of the men with a wicked grin. 'Well, it *has* been ages since we had a decent fuck...' *Fuck? Oh Gods, no! Not that!* Caleb squirmed frantically in the smugglers' grasp and grabbed for his... (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Water")[(set: $water to "smugglers")(goto: "Succeed smugglers")]] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=8)[(goto: "Fail smugglers")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed smugglers")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail smugglers")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed smugglers")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail smugglers")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed smugglers")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail smugglers")]] ]

'All I'm saying, Sol, is don't expect... wait, what's that up there? 'Where?' 'There! Look!' *Oh shit.* Caleb hesitated too long, and the glow from his burning torch gave away his location. In a panic he tried to scramble back up the steps to the valley, but he lost his footing and slipped over the edge. 'Aah!' He dropped his torch as he landed on his back. He tried to get up, but was too winded from the fall. The smugglers crowded around him, nudging him with their boots and playfully ruffling his hair. 'Well, look what we got here. A tasty snack!' 'Listen... I'm no threat to you... just trying to pass through, if... you let me go...' gasped Caleb. 'Go? But you just arrived,(if: $class is "twink")[ princess!](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ handsome!](else:)[ stud!] Why don't you stick around for a while?' 'Can't risk you running off to snitch on our stash.' 'I won't... I promise... I won't say... a word!' 'Hey, guys, what say we have us some fun with this eavesdropping little fucker?' said one of the men with a wicked grin. 'Well, it *has* been ages since we had a decent fuck...' *Fuck? Oh Gods, no! Not that!* Caleb squirmed frantically in the smugglers' grasp and grabbed for his... (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Water")[(set: $water to "smugglers")(goto: "Succeed smugglers")]] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=8)[(goto: "Fail smugglers")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed smugglers")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail smugglers")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed smugglers")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail smugglers")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed smugglers")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail smugglers")]]

Caleb followed the winding tunnel until he saw a chink of daylight. He eventually exited on the other side of the valley where the three paths from the start of the forest converged into one. At the end of the path a sign pointed one way: "TO THE BARREN GULLY" [[Proceed to Barren Gully]]

(if: $water is "smugglers")[Caleb managed to slip a hand into his pocket and pull out the water. 'Don't let him drink that! Stop him!' Popping the stopper with his thumb, he wrestled with the smugglers to pour the liquid down his throat. Barely a drop hit his tongue before the men swatted the vial out of his hand, but almost immediately something strange began to happen. He felt a kind of lightness, as if he were made of nothing but empty air, and his body shimmered transparently. 'What the fuck's happening to him?' 'I can't hold him... my hands, they're... they're slipping right through him...' Caleb became incorporeal; there was no substance to him, nothing for the smugglers to grab onto. He wafted through the men like a ghost and ran for the tunnel behind them. The men gave chase, but it was impossible for them to catch him and they were forced to let him go. From behind him a threatening voice echoed around the cave: *'Tell anyone about our stash and you're dead, kid! We'll find you...!'* Caleb followed the winding tunnel until he saw a chink of daylight. He exited on the other side of the valley, and as the light touched his skin his body returned to normal again. At the end of the path ahead was a sign pointing one way: "TO THE BARREN GULLY"]\ (else:)[Caleb wrestled with the smugglers to rub the amulet around his neck. 'No, don't let him touch that thing!' But it was too late; as he rubbed the amulet something strange began to happen. He felt a kind of lightness, as if he were made of nothing but empty air, and his body shimmered transparently. 'What the fuck's happening to him?' 'I can't hold him... my hands, they're... they're slipping right through him...' Caleb became incorporeal; there was no substance to him, nothing for the smugglers to grab onto. He wafted through the men like a ghost and ran for the tunnel behind them. The men gave chase, but it was impossible for them to catch him and they were forced to let him go. From behind him a threatening voice echoed around the cave: *'Tell anyone about our stash and you're dead, kid! We'll find you...!'* Caleb followed the winding tunnel until he saw a chink of daylight. He exited on the other side of the valley, and as the light touched his skin his body returned to normal again. Here, the three paths from the start of the forest converged into one, and at the end of the path was a sign pointing one way: "TO THE BARREN GULLY"] [[Proceed to Barren Gully]]

(if: $compliant is 1)[He rubbed his sacred amulet, praying it would work... but nothing happened! 'No, please, I'm begging you, don't hurt me! Please, you don't have to do this, I won't tell anyone!' Caleb stammered nervously. Lukas and Sol held him down while Mikael tied his wrists together behind his back with rope. 'Grrr, I love it when they squirm!' With his hands bound, the smugglers hauled him up onto his feet. 'Such a pretty boy,' said Mikael, caressing his face. '...please...' whimpered Caleb. 'Aww, don't worry(if: $class is "twink")[ princess.](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ handsome.](else:)[ stud.] We're gonna take real good care of you.' He forced a kiss on Caleb's lips, and the lad tried to pull away in disgust. 'Hehe, whats'a matter? Don't like kisses? Well then, let's skip to the good part. Strip him.' Caleb struggled frantically as the men roughly stripped him naked. 'Aaagh, no! Somebody help me! Oh no, please, anything but this!' They ripped his shirt open, yanking it back over his shoulders and tearing it from his body, then ran their groping hands over his bare(if: $skin is "light")[ white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ brown] skin.(if: $class is "twink" or "twunk")[ 'Mmm, nice and smooth,' said Lukas, rubbing his lips against the lad's silky soft chest, kissing and licking.](elseif: $class is "hunk")[ 'Damn, nice and furry,' said Sol, rubbing his nose in the lad's chest fuzz and having a good sniff.] Caleb cringed and turned his face away in shame. 'Let's see what he's hiding down here,' said Mikael, unbuttoning Caleb's breeches while the others held him firmly under the arms and tugging them down to reveal his undershorts. *Gugh, this is so humiliating...* 'Mmm, bulgey-bulgey,' said the man, pawing at Caleb's impressive bulge and giving it a good squeeze through his undies. Caleb shuddered and gritted his teeth. 'Get him on that big old rock over there and let's fucking ruin him.' The smugglers dragged Caleb, shirtless, hands bound, and trousers wrapped around his ankles, over to a large flat rock behind them as he tried to dig his heels in and pull against them.]\ (elseif: $stubborn is 1)[He rubbed his sacred amulet, praying it would work... but nothing happened! 'No way, stop! You dastards, you can't do this! Let go, get away from me! By the Gods, you'll pay for this!' Caleb protested wilfully. Lukas and Sol held him down while Mikael tied his wrists together behind his back with rope. 'Grrr, I love it when they're feisty!' With his hands bound, the smugglers hauled him up onto his feet. 'Such a pretty boy,' said Mikael, caressing his face. 'Fuck you!' snarled Caleb, spitting at him. *SLAP!* 'Uh-oh, you got a real mouth on you,(if: $class is "twink")[ princess.](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ handsome.](else:)[ stud.]. Looks like this one'll need some "attitude adjustment". Strip him.' Caleb struggled wildly as the men roughly stripped him naked. 'Rrrgh, NO! I'll KILL you! STOP, I said!' They ripped his shirt open, yanking it back over his shoulders and tearing it from his body, then ran their groping hands over his bare(if: $skin is "light")[ white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ brown] skin.(if: $class is "twink" or "twunk")[ 'Mmm, nice and smooth,' said Lukas, rubbing his lips against the lad's silky soft chest, kissing and licking.](elseif: $class is "hunk")[ 'Damn, nice and furry,' said Sol, rubbing his nose in the lad's chest fuzz and having a good sniff.] Caleb cringed and turned his face away in anger. 'Let's see what he's hiding down here,' said Mikael, unbuttoning Caleb's breeches while the others held him firmly under the arms and tugging them down to reveal his undershorts. *Urgh, this is so humiliating!* 'Mmm, bulgey-bulgey,' said the man, pawing at Caleb's impressive bulge and giving it a good squeeze through his undies. Caleb scowled and gritted his teeth. 'Get him on that big old rock over there and let's fucking ruin him.' The smugglers dragged Caleb, shirtless, hands bound, and trousers wrapped around his ankles, over to a large flat rock behind them as he tried to dig his heels in and pull against them.] [[They laid him on his back]] [[They bent him over]]

'Get him on his back, get those legs in the air,' ordered Mikael, and the other men obliged. Caleb kicked and bucked as he was pinned down on his back and his legs lifted up. His shoes and socks were removed and his breeches pulled off completely, leaving him writhing around in just his undershorts. (if: $compliant is 1)['Nugh, please... this is wrong!'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Nugh, unhand me! This is wrong!'] 'Get those undies off.' 'NO!' Caleb trembled with shame as the men ripped his underwear off his flailing leggies and his limp cock flopped out, his balls jiggling around as he struggled. (if: $cock is "uncut")[Sol salivated over the sight of the boy's uncut meat.](elseif: $cock is "cut")[Mikael drooled over the sight of the boy's cut dick.] The others passed the used undershorts between them to enjoy a good sniff. 'Mmm, so fucking musky...' muttered Lukas, rubbing his nose all over them. The cool cavern air wafted over Caleb's shivering body. His face was red with exhaustion and(if: $compliant is 1)[ embarrassment](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ fury]. Sol and Lukas held his legs aloft and Mikael squeezed his ass cheeks, rubbing his thumbs up and down the crack as he pulled them apart to expose a nervously puckering hole. *Grrr, no, these malefactors were going to ravish him and he was powerless to fend them off!* 'Mmm, about time we had some fresh pussy...' Mikael nuzzled Caleb's(if: $class is "twink")[ smooth tight hole](elseif: $class is "twunk" or "hunk")[ tight hairy hole] while the other two, clutching his ankles, lapped at the soles of his bare feet and sucked on his toes. (if: $class is "twink")[ Caleb spontaneously hissed with laughter through gritted teeth, his poor feets were so unbearably ticklish.] Mikael was the first to penetrate him. After greedily eating him out for a good half-hour, getting his hole sloppy with saliva and loosening it a little with his probing tongue, he pulled down his own breeches and forced his hard cock inside the helplessly flailing (print: $class). 'AAANNNNGGGGHH...' Caleb screwed his eyes shut in agony as his virgin hole was stuffed for the first - but not last - time. His toes clenched, his feet twitching while Lukas and Sol's tongues continued to ravenously slather up and down his tasty soles. 'Uuuuuuggh, yeeeeah...' Mikael groaned, pushing his dick inside the lad, slowly pulling back, then pushing in again, each thrust eliciting a pained grunt from Caleb. He started slowly, getting faster as he was increasingly overcome with animalistic lust, humping vigorously, pounding the boy hard, his balls slapping against Caleb's ass. 'Ungh, ungh, ungh, fuck yeah, uuuh...' 'Aaaangh, naaah, no, stop, STOP!' wailed Caleb with tears in his eyes. It felt so weird and degrading to be fucked against his will by another man, and all while the other two slobbered over his bare feet like they were deliciously flavoursome snacks, with their tongues dipping between his toes and teeth nibbling his ankles. *Ugh, Gods, save me, save me!* With a loud moan, Mikael shot a big load inside the hysterical boy. 'Ugh, ugh, ugh, UGGGGH, FUCK...' Caleb cringed at the feeling of another man's sticky seed leaking from his asshole as Mikael pulled out, gasping and sweating, and Sol took over. 'OH NO! PLEASE, NO MORE! YOU'VE HAD YOUR FUN, NOW LET ME GO!' screamed Caleb, but it was pointless. With his hole stretched out and moist with spit 'n' spunk, Sol faced less resistance as he plunged his erect dick into the lad. 'Mmm, such a nice warm hole... feels so good...' Sol proceeded to fuck Caleb like he was some nubile girl while Mikael switched places to take hold of his ankle and tongue-fuck his foot. For all his squirming and shouting there was nothing he could do to stop the depraved men from having their way with him, plundering his hole and filling his guts with their jizz as they passionately savoured his soft, smooth feets. Once Sol had shot his load, it would be Lukas's turn - and then Mikael again, each of them taking several turns to debase his hole like he was little more than their own personal sexual plaything. [[Caleb's fate->Fate smugglers]]

'Bend him over, get his arse in the air,' ordered Mikael, and the other men obliged. Caleb kicked and bucked as he was spread face-down over the rock and his legs kicked wide apart. His breeches were pulled down around his ankles, leaving him wiggling about in just his undershorts. (if: $compliant is 1)['Nugh, please... this is wrong!'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Nugh, unhand me! This is wrong!'] 'Get those undies off.' 'NO!' Caleb trembled with shame as the men ripped his underwear off his writhing butt and his limp cock flopped out, his balls jiggling around as he struggled. (if: $cock is "uncut")[Sol salivated over the sight of the boy's uncut meat.](elseif: $cock is "cut")[Mikael drooled over the sight of the boy's cut dick.] The others passed the used undershorts between them to enjoy a good sniff. 'Mmm, so fucking musky...' muttered Lukas, rubbing his nose all over them. The cool cavern air wafted over Caleb's shivering body. His face was red with exhaustion and(if: $compliant is 1)[ embarrassment](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ fury]. Sol and Lukas held him down and Mikael squeezed his ass cheeks, rubbing his thumbs up and down the crack as he pulled them apart to expose a nervously puckering hole. *Grrr, no, these malefactors were going to ravish him and he was powerless to fend them off!* 'Mmm, about time we had some fresh pussy...' Mikael nuzzled Caleb's(if: $class is "twink")[ smooth tight hole](elseif: $class is "twunk" or "hunk")[ tight hairy hole] while the other two, pinning him down, pulled out their hard cocks and waggled them in his(if: $compliant is 1)[ scared](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ angry] face as he tried to look away. 'No, nugh... pfft, don't do that...' Caleb turned his head left and right but couldn't escape the two dicks pressed against his cheeks and rubbing against his lips. 'Open wide, boy,' said Lukas, slipping his cock in the lad's mouth. Caleb spluttered, but couldn't stop the thick piece of meat from invading his throat. If he was tempted to bite down, he was quickly warned off the idea by the threat of a beating from his assailants. He had no choice but to take it, tasting the man's cock as it slid back and forth across his flapping tongue, choking as it jabbed the back of his throat. Mikael was the first to penetrate his ass. After greedily eating him out for a good half-hour, getting his hole sloppy with saliva and loosening it a little with his probing tongue, he pulled down his own breeches and forced his hard cock inside the helplessly flailing (print: $class). 'UURRRRNNNNGGGGHH...' Caleb screwed his eyes shut in agony as his virgin hole was stuffed for the first - but not last - time. Drool trickled down his chin as Lukas's cock filled his mouth, and his nose was buried in the man's hairy bush. Sol continued to hold him down firmly while still stroking his cock against the (print: $class)'s delicate cheek. 'Uuuuuuggh, yeeeeah...' Mikael groaned, pushing his dick inside the lad, slowly pulling back, then pushing in again, each thrust eliciting a pained grunt from Caleb. He started slowly, getting faster as he was increasingly overcome with animalistic lust, humping vigorously, pounding the boy hard, his balls slapping against Caleb's ass. 'Ungh, ungh, ungh, fuck yeah, uuuh...' 'Aaaangh, urrrgh, guuurrghugh!' gurgled Caleb with tears in his eyes. It felt so weird and degrading to be fucked from both ends by other men, spit-roasted like a piece of meat. Even worse was when Lukas blew his load, gasping with relief, coating Caleb's tongue with his salty cum and making the lad swallow the whole load before he'd pull his cock out. And when he'd gulped it down with a disgusted wince, Sol was quick to stick *his* dick in Caleb's mouth. *Ugh, Gods, save me, save me!* With a loud moan, Mikael shot a big load inside the hysterical boy. 'Ugh, ugh, ugh, UGGGGH, FUCK...' Caleb cringed at the feeling of another man's sticky seed leaking from his asshole as Mikael pulled out, panting and sweating, and Lukas took over. *OH NO! PLEASE, NO MORE! YOU'VE HAD YOUR FUN, NOW LET ME GO!* screamed Caleb through the cock in his gob, but it was pointless. With his hole stretched out and moist with spit 'n' spunk, Lukas faced less resistance as he plunged his still-erect dick into the lad. 'Mmm, such a nice warm hole... feels so good...' Lukas proceeded to fuck Caleb like he was some nubile girl while Mikael switched places to pin him down while Sol roughly face-fucked him. For all his squirming and shouting there was nothing he could do to stop the depraved men from having their way with him, plundering his holes and filling his belly and guts with their jizz. Once Lukas and Sol had shot their loads from either end, it would be Sol's turn with Caleb's ass - and Mikael's with his throat. Each of them would take several turns to debase both holes like he was little more than their own personal sexual plaything. [[Caleb's fate->Fate smugglers]]

(if: $ranger is 1)[After a brief walk further on, the forest opened up into a vast empty gully. The grass here was brown and parched, the trees devoid of leaves and blackened. The sun had disappeared behind a sky of ominous grey cloud. The land was split down the middle by a large dry ditch where an ancient river had once flowed. Caleb had a bad feeling about this place. But he'd made it this far; surely a sign the Gods were on his side today. As he headed into the gully, the path trailed off until there was nothing but dirt beneath his feet. Up ahead was another sign. Caleb approached and read the scrawled words scratched haphazardly into the wood: "HiLd's FoSs" He was almost there. But the sign pointed both left *and* right, with no indication of which route was quicker - or safer. [[Follow sign to Hild's Foss->Ranger return]] [[Follow sign to Hild's Foss->Ranger return]] ]\ (else:)[After a brief walk further on, the forest opened up into a vast empty gully. The grass here was brown and parched, the trees devoid of leaves and blackened. The sun had disappeared behind a sky of ominous grey cloud. The land was split down the middle by a large dry ditch where an ancient river had once flowed. Caleb had a bad feeling about this place. But he'd made it this far; surely a sign the Gods were on his side today. As he headed into the gully, the path trailed off until there was nothing but dirt beneath his feet. Up ahead was another sign. Caleb approached and read the scrawled words scratched haphazardly into the wood: "HiLd's FoSs" He was almost there. But the sign pointed both left *and* right, with no indication of which route was quicker - or safer. [[Follow sign to Hild's Foss->Lair of the Fearmonger]] [[Follow sign to Hild's Foss->Herdsmans Territory]] (if: $elixir is 1)[ [[Drink elixir]] ]]

Once each of the men had had their wicked way with Caleb they hogtied him with more rope, cleave-gagged him, and hauled him off. His amulet and blessed water proved useful in helping them get out of the forest unhindered, where they loaded him onto the small cart they'd left hidden off the road. It was a three-day trek to their destination. They made steady progress by day, and by night they camped out in the shadows and made full use of their new "travelling companion", keeping him in bondage at all times, snuggled up between them as they humped his quivering body, kissed his(if: $skin is "light")[ milky white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ beautiful brown] body all over, and took out their pent-up horn on his holes. 'Where are you taking me? Where are we going?' asked Caleb every time he was ungagged to be fed, watered, or throat-fucked, but the men never replied. All he could hope was that a passer-by would have mercy on him and rescue him, but none did. There were few travellers on the road, and those who did pass were in no mood to tarry with three imposing men for the sake of a captive whelp. *Better him than me.* Eventually the men arrived at The Old Rogues Inn, a notorious hive of thieves and marauders - and the perfect place to sell the lad into sexual servitude. The innkeeper was happy to part with a handsome sum of gold for the virile young (print: $class), noting that he would "no doubt be very popular with our patrons". As the smugglers counted their gold, Caleb was thrown in a cage in the inn's cellar. From that day onwards his sole purpose would be to provide pleasure, however unwilling, to any lecherous ne'er-do-well who should happen to take a fancy to him. He would be forced to do things he never imagined; terrible, sleazy, humiliating things. He would fight, protest, and plead, but there was no way out. He was private property now, just a sexual object to be used for his warm holes and tender body. (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

(set: $poppy to 36)Attempt: 1/4 (link: "You can't do this to me!")[(set: $poppy to $poppy + 16)(goto: "Poppy two")] (link: "I swear, when I get out of here...")[(set: $poppy to $poppy - 17)(goto: "Poppy two")] Poppy is |amount>[$poppy]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$poppy]]

(set: $azalea to 31)Attempt: 1/4 (link: "You can't do this to me!")[(set: $azalea to $azalea + 24)(goto: "Azalea two")] (link: "I swear, when I get out of here...")[(set: $azalea to $azalea - 20)(goto: "Azalea two")] Azalea is |amount>[$azalea]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$azalea]]

(set: $blossom to 25)Attempt: 1/4 (link: "You can't do this to me!")[(set: $blossom to $blossom - 12)(goto: "Blossom two")] (link: "I swear, when I get out of here...")[(set: $blossom to $blossom + 26)(goto: "Blossom two")] Blossom is |amount>[$blossom]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$blossom]]

(set: $tulip to 38)Attempt: 1/4 (link: "You can't do this to me!")[(set: $tulip to $tulip - 18)(goto: "Tulip two")] (link: "Please, let me go!")[(set: $tulip to $tulip + 21)(goto: "Tulip two")] Tulip is |amount>[$tulip]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$tulip]]

Attempt: 4/4 (link: "You won't get away with this!")[(set: $poppy to $poppy - 17)(goto: "Nymph outcome")] (link: "I'll do anything!")[(set: $poppy to $poppy + 22)(goto: "Nymph outcome")] Poppy is |amount>[$poppy]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$poppy]]

Attempt 3/4 (link: "I need to finish the rite!")[(set: $poppy to $poppy + 16)(goto: "Poppy four")] (link: "Let me go and we could have some fun, just the two of us...")[(set: $poppy to $poppy - 20)(goto: "Poppy four")] Poppy is |amount>[$poppy]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$poppy]]

Attempt: 2/4 (link: "You know, you've got beautiful eyes...")[(set: $poppy to $poppy - 20)(goto: "Poppy three")] (link: "Please, just let me go!")[(set: $poppy to $poppy + 22)(goto: "Poppy three")] Poppy is |amount>[$poppy]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$poppy]]

Attempt: 2/4 (link: "I swear, when I get out of here...")[(set: $tulip to $tulip - 27)(goto: "Tulip three")] (link: "You know, you've got beautiful eyes...")[(set: $tulip to $tulip + 16)(goto: "Tulip three")] Tulip is |amount>[$tulip]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$tulip]]

Attempt: 2/4 (link: "You know, you've got beautiful eyes...")[(set: $blossom to $blossom + 23)(goto: "Blossom three")] (link: "Please, just let me go!")[(set: $blossom to $blossom - 18)(goto: "Blossom three")] Blossom is |amount>[$blossom]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$blossom]]

Attempt: 2/4 (link: "You know, you've got beautiful eyes...")[(set: $azalea to $azalea + 13)(goto: "Azalea three")] (link: "Please, just let me go!")[(set: $azalea to $azalea - 15)(goto: "Azalea three")] Azalea is |amount>[$azalea]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$azalea]]

Attempt: 3/4 (link: "I'll do anything!")[(set: $tulip to $tulip + 21)(goto: "Tulip four")] (link: "You won't get away with this!")[(set: $tulip to $tulip - 27)(goto: "Tulip four")] Tulip is |amount>[$tulip]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$tulip]]

Attempt: 3/4 (link: "Let me go and we could have some fun, just the two of us...")[(set: $blossom to $blossom + 23)(goto: "Blossom four")] (link: "I need to finish the rite!")[(set: $blossom to $blossom - 12)(goto: "Blossom four")] Blossom is |amount>[$blossom]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$blossom]]

Attempt: 3/4 (link: "I'll do anything!")[(set: $azalea to $azalea - 15)(goto: "Azalea four")] (link: "I need to finish the rite!")[(set: $azalea to $azalea + 24)(goto: "Azalea four")] Azalea is |amount>[$azalea]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$azalea]]

Attempt: 4/4 (link: "Let me go and we could have some fun, just the two of us...")[(set: $tulip to $tulip + 16)(goto: "Nymph outcome")] (link: "I need to finish the rite!")[(set: $tulip to $tulip - 18)(goto: "Nymph outcome")] Tulip is |amount>[$tulip]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$tulip]]

Attempt: 4/4 (link: "You won't get away with this!")[(set: $blossom to $blossom + 26)(goto: "Nymph outcome")] (link: "I'll do anything!")[(set: $blossom to $blossom - 18)(goto: "Nymph outcome")] Blossom is |amount>[$blossom]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$blossom]]

Attempt: 4/4 (link: "Let me go and we could have some fun, just the two of us...'")[(set: $azalea to $azalea + 13)(goto: "Nymph outcome")] (link: "You won't get away with this!")[(set: $azalea to $azalea - 20)(goto: "Nymph outcome")] Azalea is |amount>[$azalea]% convinced. (live:)[(replace: ?amount)[$azalea]]

(if: $azalea or $tulip or $poppy or $blossom is >=75)[Whatever Caleb said, it worked. He managed to persuade (print: $nymph) to let him go. 'Ugh, human male, you so trubblesome! Get out of here befores I change my mind. We can always find other toys to play with - we're always finding 'em in the woods anyway, hehe!' She checked around for her friends then cut the vines binding Caleb's wrists and ankles to the trees. He dropped to the ground, quickly grabbed his belongings, put his shoes back on, and rushed off before the others returned. He came out of the nymphs' hideaway on the other side of the valley, where the three paths from the start of the forest converged into one. Directly ahead was a sign pointing one way: "TO THE BARREN GULLY" [[Proceed to Barren Gully]] ]\ (else:)[No matter what Caleb said, (print: $nymph) would not be swayed to help him. 'Shush, human male! Grrr, you such a cwafty one. We'll have to teach you a lesson.' Caleb hung his head in despair, clenching his fists and tugging helplessly against the vines binding his wrists and ankles to the trees. There was no escape. He had no choice but to wait for the others to return and have their way with him... [[Caleb's fate->Fail nymphs]] ]

'Goodbye, pesky clothes!' said Lily as she and (print: $nymph) ripped Caleb's clothes from his stretched-out body. 'Nrgh! Unngh, mmmph!' Caleb(if: $compliant is 1)[ whimpered hopelessly](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ furiously grunted] through the large red apple the nymphs had wedged between his teeths, effectively gagging him. He couldn't believe he was so powerless to stop a couple of girly nymphs from stripping him naked against his will. It was so humiliating, especially when they finally removed his undershorts and exposed his semi-erect cock for the others to sniggle and drool over. 'Oooh, human male *likes* being tied up and pwayed with!' 'NGGH!' Caleb shook his head, desperate to show that he was absolutely *not* okay with this; sure, the nymphs were pretty and his body had responded instinctively, but that didn't give them the right to take advantage of him like this! Poppy pulled his semi down and then let it go, watching it spring back up again. 'Hehe, boinggg!' 'Unnff!' Caleb(if: $compliant is 1)[ begged](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ scowled]. The cool forest air blew gently against his bare(if: $skin is "light")[ white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ brown] skin, giving him goosebumps. (if: $class is "twink")['Grrr, he so skinny!' said Azalea, kissing his tummy.](elseif: $class is "twunk")['Grrr, he so juicy!' said Blossom, squeezing his butt.](else:)['Grrr, he so beefy!' said Tulip, groping his pecs.] 'Just how I likes 'em...' Infuriatingly for Caleb, the more the nymphs molested him with their soft hands, the hornier he felt and the harder he got. He tried to fight it, but his body continued to betray him with every unwanted stroke, pinch, kiss, and tickle. Intoxicating pheromones wafted from the flowers in their hair. Their fingertips brushed back and forth along his taint. Their warm lips wrapped around his(if: $class is "twunk")[ big meaty] nipples(if: $class is "twunk")[, which were rock hard as teeth grazed against the excruciatingly sensitive tips, making him gasp in agony]. Their button noses nuzzled his(if: $class is "twink")[ smooth armpits](elseif: $class is "twunk" or "hunk")[ fluffy armpits]. Their pert little tits rubbed against his body as they wrapped their arms around him to sup the sweat fresh from his skin. He quivered uncontrollably, overwhelmed with arousal and(if: $compliant is 1)[ distress](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ rage]. *No, no, no, this is all wrong, I don't want this!* And yet as much as his mind cried "No!", and he uttered gurgled protests through his gag, his cock rose until it was standing straight up and glistening with the first seepage of pre-cum, which elicited much excitement from the girls. [[Sweet Nectar]]

'Mmm... sweet Nectar...' said Lily, salivating. All the nymphs now were huddled around Caleb's throbbing meat. (if: $cock is "uncut")[Blossom slipped the foreskin back over the glistening head. 'Haha, just like a juicy banana!'](elseif: $cock is "cut")[Tulip squee-squeezed the bulbous head between her fingers. 'Haha, just like a juicy mushwoom!'] Caleb glared at her as she sucked the sticky sap from her fingers and said how "delissious" he tasted. Now he looked truly worried. His eyes widened in alarm when one of the nymphs produced a wooden phallus from the "supplies" they had gathered. 'Ngh, ngh, ngh!' he bleated, shaking his head in a frenzy as they moistened it up with a bottle of dewdrops. Oh Gods, fuck, were they going to put that thing *inside* him?! No, they couldn't! It was too big, and he'd never had anything *in there* before - nor did he want to. But the nymphs were not to be dissuaded. 'This will help human male make lots of Nectar for us!' 'NRRRRRGGGGHHH!' Caleb thrashed like crazy as Lily disappeared behind him and he felt the tip of the artificial phallus being pushed between his butt cheeks, rubbing against his virgin hole. He clenched as tightly as he could, but now the others retrieved a bunch of bird feathers from their supplies to tickle him with; fluttering them up and down his sides, swishing them around in his belly button, and scritch-scratching his armpits with them, which made him shriek with laughter and weakened his defences. 'Aaaahahahahahaannghh, NGGH, RRRRGH!' Lily screwed the phallus deeper into his hole, one painful inch at a time, stretching him open. As the tip pressed against his prostate, his cock twitched. 'Yay, Nectar! The most nummiest, stickiest, succulentest treat in the whole wide world. And I bet he produce *so much* of it too!' said Azalea with an evil grin. From behind, Lily started fucking Caleb with the wooden dildo, sliding it in and out, while the others gathered round his bulging hard-on and took turns sucking him off. 'UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!' With each thrust of the dildo Caleb grunted. 'Uggh... mmmph... aaah...' He groaned as the nymphs' warm mouths fellated his shaft. 'UNNGH... NGH, UGH... GUGGUGH...' He shot a thick load of creamy cum into Poppy's mouth. She lapped it up, licking her lips and moaning in delight. 'Mmmmm, the bestest Nectar I ever tasted!' (if: $compliant is 1)[*Ugh, no, please, don't do this to me, can't you see this is wrong? One of you, please have mercy, let me go! I don't want to cum, no, stop, don't make me, not again!*](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[*Grr, no, stop, you can't do this to me, this is wrong! You'll pay for this, you depraved little imps! I won't give you my cum, I won't, you can't make me!*] 'Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh... uggh, guggh... nnngh... ugh...' The nymphs continued to probe Caleb's prostate and suck his juicy dick, forcing him to ejaculate against his will again, and again, and again. They greedily gulped down each milky load, their tongues coated with the stuff, gooey droplets of it trickling down their chins. He had never felt so violated in his life. (if: $class is "hunk")[ And being such a big horny hunk he couldn't help but produce an alarmingly copious amount of spunk, which frustrated him even more. *Nooo, Caleb, just stop cumming, please, stop, stop...* But it was futile; the nymphs just kept sucking out big gloopy strings of white nut until their bellies were full.] Even when it looked like he had no more "Nectar" to spare, the girls dipped the tips of their tongues deep into his sucked-raw slit, one after the other, delving around to lick out whatever drops were left in there, all while he wailed in sexual agony. Eventually even the nymphs had to concede there was no more Nectar left - for now. 'But don't worry, we can harvest some more later - and even more tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.' Caleb looked at Tulip and the others in despair. What were they saying - they were *never* going to let him go?! 'Oh yesss, human male will keep us satiated with *all* his Nectar for many summers to come! And in the meantime, there's always pwenty of other fun to be had with him...' In a matter of seconds the nymphs had gone from looking like playful angels to evil demons, and Caleb began to sob at the realisation he was going to be completely at their sadistic mercy for a *long* time yet. (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

In the dying centuries of the Last Epoch of Mana, a young man from the township of Glowermoor embarks on a trial to prove his worth to society. It is First Light. The vast and foreboding Forest of Thrallwood, looming on the horizon beyond the gates of Glowermoor, awaits. [[Continue->Prologue 1]]

(if: $water is "gigghouls")[Thinking fast, Caleb reached for the vial of water, popped the cork stopper, and gulped the liquid down. He felt a healing warmth emanate from his body and the gigghouls' spectral laughter quickly turned to miserable sobbing. *Boohoohoohoo...* They backed away from Caleb as if they feared catching some contagious disease, allowing him to pass through unmolested. He discarded the empty vial and continued along the path, feeling the warmth gradually ebb from him until he was safe from harm. He emerged from the ghostly gloom of the gigghouls' den into the brighter part of the forest once more. Here the path descended into a small valley under the lush green canopy of the trees, where a rocky crag loomed up on one side and a small stream trickled along on the other. As ominous as the Thrallwood was, Caleb couldn't help but admire the serene beauty of it. The stillness was at once both peaceful and unsettling. Further along the path, he discovered the entrance to a cave in the rock face. He peered inside, but it was pitch black; without his torch he was likely to be eaten by a grue... [[He entered the cave]] (use torch) [[He continued through the valley]] ]\ (elseif: $torch is 0)[Thinking fast, Caleb scanned the area and spotted a large flinty rock embedded in the ground behind a nearby tree. He grabbed the torch from his belt and struck it against the rough rock. It flickered into flame, illuminating the space around him and warding off the gigghouls, whose spectral laughter turned to miserable sobbing. *Boohoohoohoo...* They shrank back, afraid of the light, allowing Caleb to pass through unmolested. He continued along the path, the light of the torch slowly dying until he emerged safely from the gloom of the gigghouls' den into the brighter part of the forest once more. With the torch all burned out, it was of no further use, so Caleb discarded it. Here the path descended into a small valley under the lush green canopy of the trees, where a rocky crag loomed up on one side and a small stream trickled along on the other. As ominous as the Thrallwood was, Caleb couldn't help but admire the serene beauty of it. The stillness was at once both peaceful and unsettling. Further along the path, he discovered the entrance to a cave in the rock face. He peered inside, but it was pitch black; without his torch he was likely to be eaten by a grue. With a shrug, he stepped back and carried on his way. (link: "He continued through the valley")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=4)[(goto: "Milq encounter")](else:)[(goto: "He continued through the valley")]] ]\ (else:)[Thinking fast, Caleb reached for his amulet and rubbed it between his fingers. It shone with an intense light, illuminating the space around him and warding off the gigghouls, whose spectral laughter turned to miserable sobbing. *Boohoohoohoo...* They shrank back, afraid of the light, allowing Caleb to pass through unmolested. He continued along the path, the light from the amulet slowly fading until he emerged safely from the gloom of the gigghouls' den into the brighter part of the forest once more. Here the path descended into a small valley under the lush green canopy of the trees, where a rocky crag loomed up on one side and a small stream trickled along on the other. As ominous as the Thrallwood was, Caleb couldn't help but admire the serene beauty of it. The stillness was at once both peaceful and unsettling. Further along the path, he discovered the entrance to a cave in the rock face. He peered inside, but it was pitch black; without his torch he was likely to be eaten by a grue... [[He entered the cave]] (use torch) [[He continued through the valley]] ]

(set: $torch to 0)Thinking fast, Caleb reached for his amulet and rubbed it between his fingers. There was a brief flicker of light... but it failed, just as he had been warned. The gigghouls were closing in around him now; there was no choice but to try and run for it. *HEEHEEHEEHEE!* Caleb was caught in a swirling mist of ectoplasm and he felt ghostly hands snatching at him; tugging at his clothes, ruffling his hair, pinching his ass... (if: $compliant is 1)['Nuh, stop, get away from me! Leave me be! Please, just let me pass!' he cried](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Rrrgh, no! Don't do that! Get the hell away from me, I'm warning you!' he scowled], trying to bat them away with his hand and watching it swish right through them. How unfair that they could touch him, but not vice-versa. One of the gigghouls grabbed his ankle and he fell down. He rolled onto his back to jump up as quickly as possible, but now the spectres were upon him, pinning him down, lifting his legs in the air, and yanking his shoes and socks off.(if: $compliant is 1)[ 'No, please, not my feet!'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ 'Hey, don't, not my feet!'] *HEEHEEHEEHEE!* Caleb's futile(if: $compliant is 1)[ pleas](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ protests] fell on death ears as one shoe then the other was unlaced and removed. He felt his socks sliding down, slowly being peeled off. He could only squirm in fear as the gigghouls clutched his ankles and held his bare feets aloft to tickle them. His soles were slightly damp with sweat and soft to the touch(if: $class is "twink")[ - and *unbearably* ticklish]. 'Aaahahahahahaha! Nah, nah, naahahaha, sssstop!' shrieked Caleb, flailing on the ground as nimble fingers scurried up and down his soles, and pulled his toes apart to poke between them. Meanwhile other hands were lifting his shirt up as he desperately tried to stop them by holding his arms down - but he was squirming so much from the tickling and there were *so many hands* that he was powerless to fend them off. [[Tickle, tickle, tickle...]]

*TICKLETICKLETICKLE!* The spirits tugged Caleb's shirt off over his head and raised his arms up so they could prod and tickle his(if: $class is "twink")[ smooth armpits](elseif: $class is "twunk" or "hunk")[ fluffy armpits]. Caleb winced in ticklish agony, teeth clenched, shaking his head and snorting with giggles. 'Kcccchhhttt... noooo! Pleeeheeheeheease! Nuh-nuh-no more ahahaha!'(if: $class is "twink")[ The twink squealed breathlessly, his lithe, shirtless, barefoot body at the mercy of the supernatural sadists. *Oh Gods, not my feet, please, I can't take any more!* His smooth, slender feets were hellishly sensitive and there was nothing he could do to defend them from the fingers scritch-scratching his soles and wiggling in-between each delicate tootsie.](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ The twunk chuckled in a fit of mirthless laughter, his taut, shirtless, barefoot body at the mercy of the supernatural sadists.](else:)[ The hunk's cheeks were flushed red with humiliation that such a big strong boy like him could be reduced to a hysterical fit of childish laughter, his beefy, shirtless, barefoot body at the mercy of the supernatural sadists.] And as he wailed and thrashed on the ground, more phantom fingies began to tickle his ribs, his sides, his belly button, even his neck, exploiting every ticklish little spot. *TICKLETICKLETICKLE!* 'Gaahahahaha, hehe, no... no, no... aaah... sssss...' He sucked in his tummy to evade the wriggling fingers dipping deep into his belly button, but there was no escape. His body writhed left and right as fingers stroked up and down his sides. He tucked his head into his shoulder to defend against the fingers scrabbling at his neck. He clenched his toes, but the fingers pulled them back and spread them wide apart to scritch-scritch-scritch the soft skin between them(if: $class is "twink")[, which caused him to scream hysterically with tears of distress in his panicked eyes]. He got goosebumps and his arms flinched pathetically in the gigghouls' collective grip as fingers scuttled and scurried in the damp depths of his musky pits. (if: $compliant is 1)[The Patrician was right. He was weak. He couldn't endure such a relentless ticklish onslaught. His lungs ached, and he gasped for air between each pained laugh. The scene began to fade to black... [[The End]] ]\ (elseif: $stubborn is 1)[The Patrician was right. He had spirit. Torturous though the tickling was, he could take it. His lungs ached and he was gasping for air between each pained laugh, but he wilfully refused to break. *No... ugh, no, ENOUGH! I have to get out of here!* With a defiant snort, Caleb managed to wrestle his arms and legs away from the gigghouls and leap to his feet. He made a quick grab for his shoes, socks, and shirt, then continued to run for his life. *Heeheeheehee!* Gigghouls love nothing more than a good chase. They immediately set after him, still clawing and pawing at him, making him stumble forwards. In the tussle he lost his torch, but he wasn't about to go back for it. He just kept running until he emerged from the ghostly gloom of the gigghouls' den into the brighter part of the forest once more. Safely out of danger, he stopped to put his shoes, socks, and shirt back on. Here the path descended into a small valley under the lush green canopy of the trees, where a rocky crag loomed up on one side and a small stream trickled along on the other. As ominous as the Thrallwood was, Caleb couldn't help but admire the serene beauty of it. The stillness was at once both peaceful and unsettling. Further along the path, he discovered the entrance to a cave in the rock face. He peered inside, but it was pitch black; without his torch he was likely to be eaten by a grue. With a shrug, he stepped back and carried on his way. [[He continued through the valley]] ]

*...hahahahaha... nooooo, sssstop... HAHAHAHAHA... PLEEEEASE, SSSSSTOP...* When Caleb opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the forest. He was, indeed, no longer on any earthly plane. He was sprawled out naked on a slab of rock, staring up at a scorched sky, his wrists and ankles pinned down by some kind of ethereal force. 'Where... where am I? What is this place? Gods protect me!' His limp, (print: $cock) cock flopped around between his spread thighs as he struggled against the invisible restraints. Senses returning, he became aware of laughter... the sound of boyish laughter all around him... growing louder, louder, frenzied and desperate *and afraid*... He lifted his head to see countless other young men, spirited away from the forest just like him to this barren hellscape of rock and ash, each bound naked and spreadeagle while being tickled from head to toe by disembodied demonic hands and floating feathers. And now it was Caleb's turn. 'Gods, no... NO! Gnngh!' He gnashed his teeth and struggled wildly against the mysterious force tying him down as several pairs of clawed hands and two feathers floated towards him. His bare(if: $skin is "light")[ white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ brown] skin glistened with sweat.(if: $class is "twink")[ His skinny body trembled uncontrollably.](elseif: $class is "twunk" or "hunk")[ His muscles flexed and strained to no avail.] 'Ugh, no... get away from me! Oh Gods, oh Gods, NO...!' His eyes were wide with alarm at the frightening sight of the hands hovering over him, waggling their fingers with long sharp nails, and the feathers gliding into position at his feets. It started: the demonic fingers scritch-scratching his neck, pits, sides, ribs, belly, and thighs, while the feathers gently wafted up and down his(if: $class is "twink")[ excruciatingly ticklish] bare soles. 'Gnnnngh, no! Naahahahahahah...!' He unconsciously wiggled his toes, clenched his fists, screwed his eyes shut, bucked his hips, and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. It didn't stop. No matter how much he pleaded for mercy, gasped for breath, and struggled helplessly, the tickle torture continued without respite. Time had no meaning in this nightmarish place. There were no days, weeks, months, or years, and Caleb never grew a second older; nor did any of the other boys around him, all of them writhing in ticklish agony and shrieking with tormented laughter for eternity... trapped in tickle hell. (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

(set: $milq to 0)*'Psst! Over here!'* As he made his way into the valley, Caleb heard someone trying to catch his attention. Just off the path, lurking amongst the trees, was a hooded fellow in a long robe. 'Who... are you?' asked Caleb, reaching for his amulet. The man held up his hands in a gesture of peace and calmly introduced himself. 'Please, do not be alarmed. M'ilq the Lurker is no threat. He is but a humble wanderer.' 'What do you want?' 'M'ilq wants nothing, but knows many things. What would you like to know?' (link: "Rumours")[(set: $milq to $milq + 1)(goto: (either: "Milq one", "Milq two", "Milq three", "Milq four", "Milq five", "Milq six", "Milq seven", "Milq eight", "Milq nine", "Milq ten", "Milq eleven"))]

'M'ilq wonders why no females are sent into the Thrallwood.' (if: $milq is 3)[(link: "Rumours")[(goto: "Milq twelve")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Rumours")[(set: $milq to $milq + 1)(goto: (either: "Milq two", "Milq three", "Milq four", "Milq five", "Milq six", "Milq seven", "Milq eight", "Milq nine", "Milq ten", "Milq eleven"))]]

'M'ilq has heard there are many adventures to be had beyond the Thrallwood. Perhaps M'ilq will discover them one day.' (if: $milq is 3)[(link: "Rumours")[(goto: "Milq twelve")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Rumours")[(set: $milq to $milq + 1)(goto: (either: "Milq two", "Milq one", "Milq four", "Milq five", "Milq six", "Milq seven", "Milq eight", "Milq nine", "Milq ten", "Milq eleven"))]]

'There are tales of young men kidnapped and milked like livestock on a production line, but M'ilq does not believe such stories.' (if: $milq is 3)[(link: "Rumours")[(goto: "Milq twelve")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Rumours")[(set: $milq to $milq + 1)(goto: (either: "Milq two", "Milq three", "Milq four", "Milq one", "Milq six", "Milq seven", "Milq eight", "Milq nine", "Milq ten", "Milq eleven"))]]

'M'ilq sees no zombies in this forest.' (if: $milq is 3)[(link: "Rumours")[(goto: "Milq twelve")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Rumours")[(set: $milq to $milq + 1)(goto: (either: "Milq two", "Milq three", "Milq four", "Milq five", "Milq one", "Milq seven", "Milq eight", "Milq nine", "Milq ten", "Milq eleven"))]]

'Music inspires M'ilq. Why, he is listening to music right now. Do you hear it?' (if: $milq is 3)[(link: "Rumours")[(goto: "Milq twelve")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Rumours")[(set: $milq to $milq + 1)(goto: (either: "Milq two", "Milq three", "Milq one", "Milq five", "Milq six", "Milq seven", "Milq eight", "Milq nine", "Milq ten", "Milq eleven"))]]

'If only M'ilq knew how to climb trees, it would be a fun way to get around the forest.' (if: $milq is 3)[(link: "Rumours")[(goto: "Milq twelve")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Rumours")[(set: $milq to $milq + 1)(goto: (either: "Milq one", "Milq three", "Milq four", "Milq five", "Milq six", "Milq seven", "Milq eight", "Milq nine", "Milq ten", "Milq eleven"))]]

'M'ilq is sure there used to be more useful trinkets to find around the forest.' (if: $milq is 3)[(link: "Rumours")[(goto: "Milq twelve")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Rumours")[(set: $milq to $milq + 1)(goto: (either: "Milq two", "Milq three", "Milq four", "Milq five", "Milq six", "Milq one", "Milq eight", "Milq nine", "Milq ten", "Milq eleven"))]]

'Mil'q has heard that people who choose cautious paths are well-suited to sneaking.' (if: $milq is 3)[(link: "Rumours")[(goto: "Milq twelve")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Rumours")[(set: $milq to $milq + 1)(goto: (either: "Milq two", "Milq three", "Milq four", "Milq five", "Milq six", "Milq seven", "Milq one", "Milq nine", "Milq ten", "Milq eleven"))]]

'M'ilq believes that everybody needs good neighbours.' (if: $milq is 3)[(link: "Rumours")[(goto: "Milq twelve")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Rumours")[(set: $milq to $milq + 1)(goto: (either: "Milq two", "Milq three", "Milq four", "Milq five", "Milq six", "Milq seven", "Milq eight", "Milq nine", "Milq ten", "Milq one"))]]

'M'ilq knows many stories. But he does not have the time to tell them all.' (if: $milq is 3)[(link: "Rumours")[(goto: "Milq twelve")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Rumours")[(set: $milq to $milq + 1)(goto: (either: "Milq two", "Milq three", "Milq four", "Milq five", "Milq six", "Milq seven", "Milq eight", "Milq nine", "Milq one", "Milq eleven"))]]

'M'ilq has no burritos.' (if: $milq is 3)[(link: "Rumours")[(goto: "Milq twelve")]]\ (else:)[(link: "Rumours")[(set: $milq to $milq + 1)(goto: (either: "Milq two", "Milq three", "Milq four", "Milq five", "Milq six", "Milq seven", "Milq eight", "Milq one", "Milq ten", "Milq eleven"))]]

'M'ilq has other places to be now. Go bother someone else.' With that, the mysterious stranger ran off into the woods and Caleb was free to go on his way. [[Continue into the valley->He continued through the valley]]

There was something about the bridge that unsettled Caleb. It was a little too convenient, perhaps. There could be *anything* in the water, but the other side wasn't too far and he figured he could wade across quick enough that it was worth the risk. He took his shoes and socks off and felt the cool grass against his soft bare feet. He rolled up his breeches to his knees and dipped a toe into the cold water. Little ripples spread out across the surface. Nothing stirred. Caleb stuffed his socks into his shoes, tied the laces together and hung them around his neck, then set off into the river. The further he ventured, the deeper the water. At first it was barely above his ankles, but nearly halfway across it was past his knees, soaking the rolled-up bottoms of his breeches. Every step took great effort against the strong current. Then something grabbed him. Caleb looked down and saw that he'd inadvertently stepped into a bed of long tentacle-like weeds, spread out all across the middle of the riverbed. (link-reveal: "Gropeweed")[ *(elemental)*]. He'd always thought it was a story adults told children to keep them out of dangerous waters, but now he could see it was very much real. He tried to pull back, but the harder he tugged his foot against the gropeweed, the tighter it gripped his ankle. (if: $compliant is 1)[A stubborn person might have continued to struggle, but Caleb realised that fighting only made it worse; as he relaxed, the gropeweed slowly loosened its grip until he was able to slip his foot free. He stepped forwards. As soon as his foot touched the riverbed, the gropeweed sprang up and clutched his ankle again, but he paused and waited patiently, and sure enough the weed slowly uncoiled itself from his leg and allowed him to take another step forwards. He proceeded across the river one steady step at a time, letting the gropeweed grab at him but remaining calm. *The path of least resistance.* It took twice as long as he expected to reach the other side, but finally he made it, relatively unmolested and dry from the knees up. Picking up the path again, he wandered into another densely forested area. Here large mushrooms grew alongside the path and Caleb could smell the scent of wild herbs in the air. Further ahead he spotted an old man stooped over, foraging amongst the vegetation and putting various plants into a large basket. [[Caleb's choice->Choice four]] ]\ (elseif: $stubborn is 1)[A less stubborn person might have realised that fighting only made things worse; as Caleb continued to struggle, the gropeweed coiled further and higher around his leg, tightening its grip around his calf and then his thigh. He stepped forwards to try and push himself free with his other leg, but more gropeweed sprang up to clutch at him until both of his legs were caught in its slithery grip. (link: "Use water")[(set: $water to "gropeweed")(goto: "Succeed gropeweed")] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=4)[(goto: "Fail gropeweed")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed gropeweed")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail gropeweed")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed gropeweed")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=5)[(goto: "Fail gropeweed")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed gropeweed")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail gropeweed")]] ]

Figuring there could be *anything* in the water, Caleb decided not to take any chances and made his way along the bank towards the bridge. It was a stone arch bridge, weathered and speckled with lichen, almost picturesque. Perfectly harmless. So why did Caleb hesitate before crossing it...? Halfway across the river, he heard a loud splash and stopped to glance over at the water. Nothing there. But as he turned back, there was suddenly something on the bridge with him. A heavy pair of gnarly-skinned arms grabbed him from behind, locking his torso in an ironclad hold. 'MMM, FRESH HOLES,' an imposing voice growled in Caleb's ear. *Holes?* Oh Gods, no, not that... Caleb had a fleeting recollection of a popular, and grim, rhyme from the Yestertimes that he'd heard once in his youth: *See a hole troll, run and hide, Lest it poke around inside; If it catch ye, scream and shout, For yon troll will eat ye out.* A "hole troll", or (link-reveal: "buggart")[ *(mythological)*]. The origins of that rhyme were long-forgotten, and until now he'd always thought such trolls were just a myth... (if: $compliant is 1)['Ah! No, don't hurt me! I just want to pass, please let me go! No - stop - please!' he cried. He squirmed in a frenzy as the hole troll dragged him back the way he'd come across the bridge, hauling him off to its den.](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Rrrgh, no, get off me! I said LET ME GO! No, no, I won't let you do this!' he hollered. He struggled angrily as the hole troll dragged him back the way he'd come across the bridge, hauling him off to its den.] He tried to kick out behind him, but the troll's hide was too thick for him to strike a painful blow. 'HEHEH, SILLY HOOMAN. THEM HOLES IS MINE NOW.' The hole troll's booming voice was like a lead weight. With its arms wrapped around Caleb's upper body, the boy's arms were free to flail about below the elbow. With a little effort, he would be able to reach for his water or amulet... (link: "Use water")[(set: $water to "troll")(goto: "Succeed troll")] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail troll")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed troll")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=5)[(goto: "Fail troll")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed troll")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail troll")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed troll")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail troll")]]

(if: $water is "gropeweed")[He didn't want to have to resort to wasting his blessed water on something so trifling as mere weeds, but nevertheless Caleb pulled the bottle from his pocket, popped the cork, and drank the precious liquid. A warm glow emanated from within him, spreading throughout the river, and the gropeweed wilted away until it lay lifeless on the riverbed, allowing Caleb to continue unhindered to the other side. Upon reaching the far bank, the magic of the blessed water dissipated and everything was as normal again. Picking up the path again, he wandered into another densely forested area. Here large mushrooms grew alongside the path and Caleb could smell the scent of wild herbs in the air. Further ahead he spotted an old man stooped over, foraging amongst the vegetation and putting various plants into a large basket. (link: "Caleb's choice")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=4)[(goto: "Alien encounter")](else:)[(goto: "Choice four")]] ]\ (else:)[Not wishing to waste his blessed water on something so trifling as mere weeds, Caleb reached for his amulet instead. Rubbing it between his fingers he felt a warm glow emanate from within him, spreading throughout the river, and the gropeweed wilted away until it lay lifeless on the riverbed, allowing him to continue unhindered to the other side. Upon reaching the far bank, the magic of the amulet wore off and everything was as normal again. Picking up the path again, he wandered into another densely forested area. Here large mushrooms grew alongside the path and Caleb could smell the scent of wild herbs in the air. Further ahead he spotted an old man stooped over, foraging amongst the vegetation and putting various plants into a large basket. [[Caleb's choice->Choice four]] ]

Not wishing to waste his blessed water on something so trifling as mere weeds, Caleb reached for his amulet instead. He rubbed it between his fingers... but nothing happened. Mezendoah be damned! Dunstan had warned this might happen. The gropeweed spread further up his legs now, coiling tightly around both thighs and slithering up his crotch. 'Ugh, gross, get off!' He could barely move now, and as he tried to pull himself free he stumbled forwards and landed with a splash on his hands and knees. More gropeweed quickly wrapped around his arms, holding him down on all-fours as he struggled to keep his head above the water. 'Urrgh, pffft... no...' He furiously wriggled as he felt the weeds reaching up to his buttocks and pressing against his crack through his breeches as if they were trying to break through. Meanwhile more weeds were grabbing at the bulge between his legs, squeezing his dick through his clothes. (if: $class is "twink")[The slippery weeds stroked his bare feets under the water, making him squeal and buck. 'Gaah! No, aaahahahaha, fuck... hehehehehe...!' Creeping little tendrils flitted between each wiggling toe, which was his most unbearably ticklish spot. ]Caleb gritted his teeth and desperately tried to break free, but there was too much gropeweed clutching and molesting him. To his distress, he could feel his cock twitching in his undershorts as the weeds insistently jabbed at his hole through his trousers. By now his clothes were drenched, clinging to his wet body as the current gushed all around him. Subdued by the gropeweed and the cold water, all Caleb could do was shiver as the weeds prodded between his butt cheeks and wafted over the soles of his feets. He could feel pre-cum leaking from his semi-erect cock. But as he calmed down and ceased struggling, the weed loosened its grip on him until he was able to get up and stagger to the other side of the river, whereupon he collapsed with exhaustion, soaked through, the front of his breeches stained with sticky pre. He lay on the riverbank for a moment in the warm sun then sat up to remove his shirt, which he spread out on the grass to dry out. Being hung around his neck, his shoes and socks had avoided the worst of the water, but were still slightly damp, so he left those out in the sunshine too before collapsing onto his back and slowly dozing off... [[scuttle scuttle]]

[[Call out]] [[Ignore]] (set: $counter to 5) You have |amount>[$counter] seconds to decide. (live: 1s)[ (set: $counter to it - 1) (if: $counter is 0)[(go-to: (either: "Call out", "Ignore"))] (replace: ?amount)[$counter] ]

*scuttle scuttle* Caleb opened his eyes. Something was wrong. Very wrong. For a start, he was no longer lying on the riverbank, but on the hard ground of a small cave. Secondly, he was cocooned from neck to ankles in some kind of webbed sac. Thirdly, an impish-looking creature was crouched by his bare feets, which stuck out at the end, clutching his shoes and socks, sniffing them voraciously. Ugh, gross, it was a (link-reveal: "foot fiend")[ *(mythological)*]! A mischievous imp, like the ones mentioned in those childhood fairy stories, that liked to "snack on toes" and such. It must have pounced when he fell asleep, attracted perhaps by the scent of his freshly-removed shoes and socks, or the sight of his bare feet on display, or both. *sniff sniff* 'Urgh, get away from my shoes, vile creature! Let me out of here!' The fiend flashed a toothy little grin at Caleb, dropped the shoes and socks and scurried to the other side of the cave - where *another* young man was mummified and barefoot. Caleb didn't recognise him. He looked to be in his early twenties or so; Caleb could tell from his attire (at least the parts that were visibly poking out of the web sac,) that he was a courier from out of town, presumably caught taking a shortcut through the Thrallwood. Oblivious to the dangers of the forest, outsiders would often pass through this way. It was sheer dumb luck that any of them made it. The other lad was gagged with his own socks. He stared at Caleb with big pleading eyes, "mmmphing" with panic through the bundled socks. Gods, how long had he been here? His feet were glistening with saliva, soles pink from having been mercilessly ravished. Caleb could only watch helplessly as the fiend turned its fetishistic attention back to the trembling young courier and resumed nibbling on his toes while he giggled with miserable little sniffles. Witnessing the deviant act, Caleb was determined to escape - no way was that malevolent little beast going to have *his* feet! His blessed water was no use. He could feel the vial still in his pocket, but with his arms wrapped up tight in the sac there was no way to get it. Looking around, he noticed his amulet had fallen off near the entrance of the cave. While the foot fiend was distracted by the other boy's feet, Caleb quickly and quietly wriggled over to the amulet on the ground. He managed to sit himself up and spin round on his backside to rub the amulet with his toes... (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail fiend")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed fiend")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail fiend")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed fiend")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=8)[(goto: "Fail fiend")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed fiend")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail fiend")]]

Nothing happened. Caleb rubbed and rubbed the amulet with his toes, but it didn't work. *Not again!* *swipe!* The foot fiend, having noticed what his new prey was up to, quickly scampered over and swiped the amulet away with a clawed hand. Caleb fell back against the cave wall, propped up with his legs stretched out in front of him, still firmly encased in the cocoon. *snifffff snifffff* The fiend pressed its nose against Caleb's soles, taking long deep sniffs, licking its lips at the delicious aroma. Caleb groaned with disgust. 'Rrrgh, nooo... get away from me! Leave me alone! No, not my feet!' The fiend rubbed its nose along the tips of his toes, sniff-sniff-sniffing constantly, before running its slithery tongue along them. 'Aaahahahaha, no! Stop that! Cut it out! Hehehehe, ssstop!' Caleb couldn't stop himself snorting with giggles at the ticklish feeling of the tongue flickering underneath his toes. 'Pleeease, it tickles, it ticklesss!'(if: $class is "twink")[ Being naught but a twink, Caleb's feet were *extremely* ticklish - the weeds had been bad enough, but this was torture. He spontaneously erupted into a burst of laughter, his whole body shaking as the rough tongue now lapped at his soles in ticklish little licks. *lick lick lick* 'Geeeehehehehehee, no, naaahahahahaaa, sssstop, please, not my feet, not my feeheheheet!' Caleb writhed in a frenzy in the sac, scrunching and wiggling his toes, tensing his muscles in a futile attempt to endure the ticklish hell.] *slurrrp slurrrp* The devilish tormentor dragged its tongue up and down Caleb's soft soles in long slow licks, savouring the flavour of the yummy treat while he continued to snort and squirm. And all the while the other young man, the courier as Caleb supposed he must be, watched in despair as the new captive was subjected to the same merciless forced foot worshipping *he'd* already endured, realising that his one hope of rescue was now just as doomed as he... [[Caleb's fate->Fate fiend]]

(set: $fiend to 1)As Caleb rubbed the amulet, a strange aura surrounded him and the cocoon began to split apart. By the time the fiend realised what was happening, it was too late: Caleb's arms were free and he was tearing the rest of the sac from his shirtless body. He expected the imp to attack him, but instead it disappeared further into the dark depths of the cave. With the fiend gone, he would be able to rescue the other boy. He picked up his amulet and hung it back around his neck, hoping he'd be able to retrieve his shirt from the riverbank where he left it. He put his shoes and socks back on - at least they were dry now. As he turned to help his fellow foot captive, he was stopped by the sound of dozens of scurrying claws. Within seconds, a hoard of foot fiends came scampering into the cave, blocking Caleb from reaching the courier. He had no choice but to run for it. 'Mmmph! Mmmmmmph! NNNNGH!' hollered the stranger through his socks, squirming frantically in his cocoon as he watched his only hope of rescue darting towards the exit. 'I'm sorry!' cried Caleb. 'I'll come back for you, I promise!' And with that, he was gone. The fiends didn't bother chasing him outside, but he kept running anyway, making a mental note of his surroundings so he could find the place again later. He could hear the river nearby; following the sound, he made his way back to the bank where he'd dozed off. Luckily his shirt was still there, crumpled in a heap but dry. He put it on, buttoned it up, and continued on his way. Picking up the path again, he wandered into another densely forested area. Here large mushrooms grew alongside the path and Caleb could smell the scent of wild herbs in the air. Further ahead he spotted an old man stooped over, foraging amongst the vegetation and putting various plants into a large basket. [[Caleb's choice->Choice four]]

The foot fiend wasn't alone. Others soon came scurrying in from the dark depths of the cave to join their friend, and together they dragged Caleb over to the other lad so that both captives were side-by-side with their feets wrapped up in front of them. Four bare soles. Twenty wiggling toes. On display like a vulnerable buffet. And the foot fiends were *starving.* They had been lucky enough to catch *one* human passing through the forest, let alone two. They salivated at the sight of the feets twitching and twisting in the webbed sacs as the boys desperately tried to wriggle free. It was suppertime. 'Mmmph! Mmmph, nngh, ngh, unngh!' whined the courier through his bundled-sock gag, shaking his head and practically sobbing as a bunch of fiends noshed on his poor abused feet for the umpteenth time. *Ugh, nah, not again, I can't take anymore, please, no more!* 'Urrrgh, no, stop it, stop, this is gross! Don't, no - ugh, nahaha, not that, it tickles!' Caleb relapsed into another fit of breathless chuckles as more fiends feasted on his succulent toes, slipping their wet tongues in and out between them and nibbling on the tips with their jagged little teeth. 'OW! Hahaha, fuck... AH! Nooo, ssstop!' *NOM NOM NOM* The ravenous beasties sucked and slurped on each individual toe one at a time, and chewed on the ankles, and nipped at the heels, and slathered their tongues flat against the tops and soles, greedily licking all over. Feet meat had never tasted so sweet. The boys, meanwhile, could only whimper and snigger through their noses as the courier sucked on his sock gag and Caleb clenched his teeth in frustration.(if: $class is "twink")[ The tickling was excruciating - and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't evade it. His feet were totally defenceless.] *lick lick lick* 'Unnnnffff!' *slurrrp slurrrp* 'NO, NO, HAHAHA, NO!' *suck suck suck* 'Hmff hmff hmff hmff! Mmmph, ngh!' *nibble nibble nibble* 'Eeeehehehehehe, naaaahahahaha, pleeeeee...!' With tears streaming down their cheeks and their flinching feets completely at the mercy of the licky tongues and sucking mouths, their only hope of escape was being found by another unsuspecting passer-by from the Far Lands, or the next young man to undertake the Rite of Thrallwood - assuming, of course, that *he* didn't end up mummified and barefoot too. (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

(set: $daring to 1)'Hello? Sir? What are you doing out here?' Caleb was curious as to what the stranger was up to alone in the forest. Was he unaware of the dangers of the Thrallwood(if: $fiend is 1)[, just as the young man from the cave had been]? The man looked up with a start, nearly dropping his basket. 'Please! Don't hurt me! I'm just a simple alchemist, I have no quarrel with you!' he bleated in a panic. 'No, sir, it's okay, I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm from Glowermoor, I...' 'Glowermoor? Hmph? Ah, of course. The rite, is it? Forgive me for being a little jumpy. This place tends to make one rather... alert.' 'You know it isn't safe in the forest, right?'(if: $fiend is 1)[ Caleb was about to ask for help rescuing the courier from the cave, but held off until he was sure he could trust the alchemist.] 'Certainly it isn't safe. Do you really think I'd live here if it was safe? Don't patronise me, young man.' 'You live in the Thrallwood?' 'An eccentric decision, I'll grant you, but the creatures and beasties that live out here have no interest in a clapped-out old geezer like me. It allows me to work on my studies in peace, without being bothered by meddlers.' [[You're an alchemist?->Youre an alchemist]] [[Meddlers?->Meddlers]] [[Fascinating, but if you'll excuse me...->Fascinating]] (if: $fiend is 1)[ [[Someone needs our help]] ]

(set: $cautious to 1)Deciding it was wiser *not* to attract the stranger's attention - after all, who could be trusted out here in the forest? - Caleb remained silent and tried to tiptoe past instead. 'Who's there?' the old man jumped up with a start. 'I'm warning you, stay back! I have a dagger, and I'm not afraid to use it!' He spun round, armed with the blade, thrusting it in Caleb's face. 'Who are you?' Caleb froze, hands in the air in a gesture of peace. 'Nobody!' 'You look like somebody to me. Keep those hands where I can see 'em. They sent you here to steal my research, didn't they? Didn't they!' 'The Patricians sent me to complete the rite. I'm from Glowermoor, it's my Burgeoning!' 'Burgeoning? Rite? Ah, of course. Forgive me for being a little jumpy. This place tends to make one rather... alert.' The stranger put his dagger away. 'You know it isn't safe in the forest, right?'(if: $fiend is 1)[ Caleb thought about asking for help rescuing the courier from the cave, but remained wary of the alchemist.] 'Certainly it isn't safe. Do you really think I'd live here if it was safe? Don't patronise me, young man.' 'You live in the Thrallwood?' 'An eccentric decision, I'll grant you, but the creatures and beasties that live out here have no interest in a clapped-out old geezer like me. It allows me to work on my studies in peace, without being bothered by meddlers.' [[You're an alchemist?->Youre an alchemist]] [[Meddlers?->Meddlers]] [[Fascinating, but if you'll excuse me...->Fascinating]]

Before he could take another step towards the stranger, a mysterious beam of light surrounded him and the forest slowly evaporated... (link: "^~\>#")[(goto: "Alien one")]

...Caleb was paralysed with fear, trembling uncontrollably in his cold metal wrist and ankle cuffs, his primitive mind struggling to... (link: "^~\>#")[(goto: "Alien four")]

...a steel bed in a large chamber, and other young men strapped down naked, moaning in distress and screaming as their erect cocks were "pumped" by incomprehensible contraptions... (link: "^~\>#")[(goto: "Alien three")]

...two unearthly "beings", almost fish-like in appearance, talking in a strange and baffling language... (link: "^~\>#")[(goto: "Alien two")]

...horrified at the amount of thick white fluid collected up in the container, panic-stricken that the pumping would never end... (link: "^~\>#")[(goto: "Alien ten")]

...another boy opposite, who stared back at him with tears in his eyes, snivelling, mouthing *HELP ME* as he spurted into his pump... (link: "^~\>#")[(goto: "Alien nine")]

...ejaculating repeatedly into the sucking pump and watching all his seed oozing along the tube into the large container beside the bed... (link: "^~\>#")[(goto: "Alien eight")]

...pump pump pump pump pump pump pump... ...pump pump pump pump pump pump pump... ...pump pump pump pump pump pump pump... ...pump pump pump pump pump pump pump... ...pump pump pump pump pump pump pump... ...pump pump pump pump pump pump pump... ...pump pump pump pump pump pump pump... ...pump pump pump pump pump pump pump... ...pump pump pump pump pump pump pump... ...pump pump pump pump pump pump pump... (link: "^~\>#")[(goto: "Alien seven")]

...an intense pulsating feeling inside his anus and under his balls, shrieking with scared laughter as the fish people stroked the soles of his bare feet... (link: "^~\>#")[(goto: "Alien six")]

'...no... no... please... not that... ungh... uggh...' (link: "^~\>#")[(goto: "Alien five")]

He wandered into another densely forested area with an eerie sense of deja-vu. Here large mushrooms grew alongside the path and Caleb could smell the scent of wild herbs in the air. Further ahead he spotted an old man stooped over, foraging amongst the vegetation and putting various plants into a large basket. [[Caleb's choice->Choice four]]

'...GODS, NO, PLEASE, UNGH, UNGH, NO MORE, NO MORE, UGGH, I BEG YOU, I CAN'T, ANNGH, I CAN'T, IT HURTS, UNNGGH, PLEASE STOP...' (link: "^~\>#")[(goto: "Alien eleven")]

...flashing lights before his eyes, flash flash flash, draining the thoughts from his mind... (link: "^~\>#")[(goto: "Alien twelve")]

'You're an alchemist?' 'Alchemist, herbalist, botanist. I gather ingredients for potions and tinctures. I identify and catalogue rare species for conservation. I experiment with the elements for the good of mankind - not that they deserve it. I'm currently trying to perfect a Potion of Everlasting Youth. In fact, I wonder if you might help me retrieve an ingredient I'm looking for?' [[What do you need]] [[I don't have time->dont have time]]

'Meddlers?' 'The authorities, boy. The Patricians. They don't understand the forest like I do, so they keep away - and good riddance to 'em. I study the Thrallwood to learn its secrets, unravel its mysteries. There are fewer and fewer enchanted forests left in the world. They're all dying. You might not see it, but the Thrallwood is dying too. Its magic is being eroded by the constant incursions of human beings. If I can discover why, I might be able to save it.' 'Why would you want to save it? It's full of malevolent monsters.' 'You're damn right. We need such aberrations in the world to keep us in check. Without them, human beings would become even more arrogant and destructive, and run rampant across the planet leaving nothing but disease and devastation in their wake. It never hurts to be reminded that there are even more fearsome forces in the world than us. The human race needs to be kept in its place.' [[You're an alchemist?->Youre an alchemist]] [[Fascinating, but if you'll excuse me...->Fascinating]] (if: $fiend is 1 and $daring is 1)[ [[Someone needs our help]] ]

'That's fascinating, but if you'll excuse me I need to continue with the rite.' 'Yes, of course. My apologies, I didn't mean to keep you. However, I wonder if we might be able to help each other. You see, among my many experiments I'm trying to concoct an elixir of everlasting youth and you could be just the person to help me retrieve an ingredient I'm looking for.' [[What do you need]] [[I don't have time->dont have time]]

'Look, could you help me? There's another boy, in a cave not far from here. We were briefly held captive together, but I managed to escape. I promised I'd go back for him.' 'Another, you say? That is troubling. What was it that caught you? Nothing too big, I hope? I'm in no mood to tangle with a troll.' 'They were impish creatures that were... interested in my feet.' Caleb felt weird just saying it out loud. 'Ah, foot fiends. Blasted pests. Very well then. Lead the way.' The alchemist picked up his basket of weeds and fungi and followed Caleb back to the cave. When they arrived the fiends were nowhere to be seen, but the courier was still there, mummified and gagged, shivering with shock after his prolonged foot rape ordeal. His eyes were wide with relief as the two rescuers entered. 'Mmph? Mmmph! Hmmmph, unnff!' 'Shush,' warned Caleb, 'we'll get you out of here.' 'That we will,' said the alchemist. 'You're both coming with me!' The old man pulled a glass stun grenade out of his pocket and threw it down. It smashed on the ground, releasing a thick toxic mist which made Caleb overwhelmingly drowsy. Coughing and spluttering, trying to cover his nose, he had just enough time to react as he slowly succumbed to the fumes... (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Use water")[(set: $water to "alchemist")(goto: "Succeed alchemist duo")]] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=9)[(goto: "Fail alchemist duo")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed alchemist duo")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=8)[(goto: "Fail alchemist duo")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed alchemist duo")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail alchemist duo")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed alchemist duo")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail alchemist duo")]]

His head swimming, Caleb rubbed his amulet... but it failed. Within seconds he lost consciousness as the poisonous gas filled his lungs and everything went dark. *'Wakey, wakey, young man...'* Caleb opened his eyes. He was in a small shack somewhere in the forest, spread out naked in shackles against the wall. 'Hnngh?!' He tried to call out, but there was a large red ball wedged between his teeth, gagging him. He looked down at his(if: $class is "twink")[ lithe](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ muscular](else:)[ beefy] body, distraught at his nakedness, stretched out and exposed on display. His limp,(if: $cock is "uncut")[ uncut](elseif: $cock is "cut")[ circumsized] cock dangled vulnerably between his quivering thighs and his ballsack swung to-and-fro as he squirmed against his restraints. 'My, such magnificent specimens.' Caleb blushed when he realised the alchemist was standing there looking at his helpless body - and then noticed the courier chained up beside him, similarly spread naked and gagged. 'Ngggh...' The courier looked across at Caleb, wide-eyed and confused. *Out of the frying pan...* 'I have no doubt either of you will produce the finest essence.' The old man seemed to relish the thought of taking their fresh seed by force. 'Nnggh!' Caleb tugged at his shackles and frantically shook his head. He and his fellow captive nervously watched the alchemist select a potion from a shelf of misshapen bottles. 'Ah, yes, this should do the trick. My very own Elixir of Arousal. Just a drop is so potent it'll have you both erect in no time and ejaculating for hours - uh, don't ask me how I know that. Now, behave yourselves while I remove your gags.' The alchemist unstrapped the uncomfortable ball from Caleb's mouth. (if: $compliant is 1)['Please, sir, this isn't right! I didn't agree to this! This is madness!'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['You dirty old creep! I didn't agree to this! I would NEVER agree to this madness!'] 'Open wide, boy,' said the alchemist, pouring a big glug of the potion down Caleb's throat. The lad tried to jerk his head away and spit, but the man held his head firmly by the jaw, forcing it shut and pinching his nose until he swallowed. 'That's it, good boy, gulp it all down. Won't be long now. I don't know what you're making such a fuss about. All I want is your semen. I even offered you a choice. You're far safer here than out there in the woods. Besides, you'll be making a contribution to science!' Before Caleb could respond, the old man shoved the ball back in and secured it tightly. Ye Gods, he wasn't kidding about that elixir. In spite of Caleb's fear and anger, an intense wave of arousal came over him and he suddenly felt hornier than ever before. It was as though every virile hormone in his body was awakened all at once, and he felt dizzy, weak, and - to his distress - incredibly turned-on. The alchemist removed the other quivering young man's gag. 'Please, I don't understand... I don't know what's going on here, but I want no part of it! I just want to get out of the forest, please, pleeeggghh...' The fearful courier choked and gurgled as the old man forced him to swallow some of the elixir then hastily replaced the gag. Caleb, still distracted by his own unwilling creeping horniness, couldn't help but stare at the other lad's spontaneously rising erection, which weirdly made him feel somewhat *more* aroused himself. 'Now I know neither of you wants to be here, so how about we conduct a little test? For I cannot possibly keep *both* of you. 'Naturally, the best course of action would be to determine which of you is the most productive before I decide who to release.' (if: $compliant is 1)['Hnnngh?!' Caleb stared at the old guy in distress.](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Nnnngh!' Caleb growled at the old guy in a rage.] They were both just ordinary young men; surely they'd both "produce" (ugh) the same amount? [[The Great Ticklish Bate Off]]

(if: $water is "alchemist")[His head swimming, Caleb reached for his blessed water, popped the cork and took a swig. Within seconds he regained his senses fully, and was able to breathe in the poisonous gas without consequence. He rushed to the other lad's aid, ripping open the webbed sac and helping him to his feet. The feeble alchemist was no match for two re-energised youths, who shoved past him and dashed for safety. They didn't stop running until they were much further into the forest, far along the path. The courier gasped for breath, scarcely able to believe his ordeal was finally over. 'Thank you for coming back for me,' he said. 'I am eternally grateful.' 'I nearly got you into even worse danger,' replied Caleb. He noticed the courier eyeing the amulet around his neck. 'My sacred Amulet of Mezendoah. It offers protection from enemies. Or some of them, at least.' 'An intriguing talisman. And no doubt necessary. I would not have ventured this way if I had known the forest was so dangerous.' [[Where were you heading]] [[Come with me]] [[Farewell and good luck]] ]\ (else:)[His head swimming, Caleb rubbed his amulet... Within seconds he regained his senses fully, and was able to breathe in the poisonous gas without consequence. He rushed to the other lad's aid, ripping open the webbed sac and helping him to his feet. The feeble alchemist was no match for two re-energised youths, who shoved past him and dashed for safety. They didn't stop running until they were much further into the forest, far along the path. The courier gasped for breath, scarcely able to believe his ordeal was finally over. 'Thank you for coming back for me,' he said. 'I am eternally grateful.' 'I nearly got you into even worse danger,' replied Caleb. He noticed the courier eyeing the amulet around his neck. 'My sacred Amulet of Mezendoah. It offers protection from enemies. Or some of them, at least.' 'An intriguing talisman. And no doubt necessary. I would not have ventured this way if I had known the forest was so dangerous.' [[Where were you heading]] [[Come with me]] [[Farewell and good luck]] ]

'What do you need?' Despite his reservations, Caleb was beginning to warm to the stranger. That soon changed when the alchemist made his unusual request. 'It is rather personal, so I hesitate to ask. What I need is... your essence.' 'Essence?' said the curious (print: $class). 'No need to be coy, boy. You know what I mean. Your semen.' Caleb was slightly(if: $compliant is 1)[ embarrassed](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ disgusted] by the weird request. 'My... my *semen?*' 'All my attempts at creating a viable Potion of Everlasting Youth thus far have failed, and each one has been missing what I consider to be a vital ingredient - the virile seed of a healthy young specimen such as yourself. If you'd permit me to harvest a sizeable sample for my stores, I'd be willing to reward you with a Potion of Transparency to help you evade any future foes in the forest.' Caleb almost shuddered as he was compelled to ask, 'How... how much would you... need?' 'Oh, just a bottle or two. Don't worry, I have a range of potent aphrodisiac potions to help you, um, produce enough for my requirements. So, interested?' [[Take my seed!->Take my seed]] [[Oh hell no!->Oh hell no]]

'I don't have time,' said Caleb. 'I have to continue with the rite.' 'I understand. How unfortunate - for you, I mean. You see, the ingredient I require can only be provided by a healthy young man such as yourself. And since you aren't willing to cooperate, I'm afraid I have no choice but to take it... by force.' The alchemist pulled a glass stun grenade out of his pocket and threw it down. It smashed on the ground, releasing a thick toxic mist which made Caleb overwhelmingly drowsy. Coughing and spluttering, trying to cover his nose, he had just enough time to react as he slowly succumbed to the fumes... (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Use water")[(set: $water to "alchemist")(goto: "Succeed alchemist")]] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=9)[(goto: "Fail alchemist")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed alchemist")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=8)[(goto: "Fail alchemist")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed alchemist")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail alchemist")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed alchemist")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail alchemist")]]

The thought of letting another man "harvest" his cum seriously weirded Caleb out, but the guy seemed harmless enough and the potion would definitely come in handy for completing the rite.(if: $fiend is 1)[.. plus it would undoubtedly help him go back and rescue the other lad from the foot fiends.] 'Alright,' he nodded, tentatively. 'I... I'll do it.' 'Excellent! Follow me.' The alchemist picket up his basket of weeds and fungi and led the way to a small shack in the woods. Caleb kept a hand on his amulet in case anything should attack them, but the old man knew the safest route. Once they were inside, he assured his guest that they were safe. 'A protection spell surrounds my home. You needn't fear anything breaking in. Here, drink this Elixir of Arousal.' He poured Caleb a goblet of unusual liquid. 'It's a concoction of my own design. Just a drop is so potent it'll have you erect in no time and ejaculating for hours - uh, don't ask me how I know that.' The anxious (print: $class) eyed the drink suspiciously, and took a small sip. It tasted pleasant and he felt no immediate ill effects, so he continued to sup from the goblet. 'How do you want me to... I mean, what should I...?' Before he could finish the thought, a wave of intense sexual arousal came over him which made him gasp in surprise. 'Aaaaah...' 'Mmm, that's right, my handsome young specimen. Feels good, doesn't it? I'm sure you'll want to, ahem, "relieve" yourself pretty shortly.' The alchemist handed Caleb a large empty jug. 'Fill this.' Caleb looked at the jug in alarm - there was no way he could possibly shoot enough loads to fill something so big! Then again, he was already succumbing to the enchantment of the elixir coursing through his body, and he could feel his cock straining to be released from his undershorts. His legs quivered as he was suddenly overcome with an irresistible urge to nut. He quickly loosened his belt, dropped his breeches to the floor, and pulled his underwear down to let his rock hard (print: $cock) cock spring out, already oozing with pre-cum. 'Oh fuck... oh Gods... uuuh...' He immediately took hold of his raging hard-on and started furiously jerking-off into the jug while the old man sat back and watched, seemingly amused by the show. The horny little stud moaned and groaned as he ejaculated a thick sticky string of white jizz into the jug. Oh, it felt so good, so incredibly good to just stroke and spurt. But he didn't stop there. He *couldn't* stop. The urge to cum was too strong. He had to keep jerking, he had to keep cumming to relieve the unbearable horniness induced by the perverted potion. And the more he came, the more he slowly began to lose his mind... [[Forget me nut]]

The thought of letting another, older man "harvest" his cum seriously weirded Caleb out, even if the guy seemed harmless enough. The potion would come in handy for completing the rite, but it wasn't worth agreeing to something so... degrading. 'Uhh, nuh-uh, no way, no. I'm not doing that.' 'I understand. How unfortunate - for you, I mean. You see, since you aren't willing to cooperate, I'm afraid I have no choice but to take it... by force.' The alchemist pulled a glass stun grenade out of his pocket and threw it down. It smashed on the ground, releasing a thick toxic mist which made Caleb overwhelmingly drowsy. Coughing and spluttering, trying to cover his nose, he had just enough time to react as he slowly succumbed to the fumes... (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Use water")[(set: $water to "alchemist")(goto: "Succeed alchemist")]] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=9)[(goto: "Fail alchemist")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed alchemist")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=8)[(goto: "Fail alchemist")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed alchemist")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail alchemist")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed alchemist")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail alchemist")]]

His head swimming, Caleb rubbed his amulet... but it failed. Within seconds he lost consciousness as the poisonous gas filled his lungs and everything went dark. *'Wakey, wakey, young man...'* Caleb opened his eyes. He was in a small shack somewhere in the forest, spread out naked in shackles against the wall. 'Hnngh?!' He tried to call out, but there was a large red ball wedged between his teeth, gagging him. He looked down at his(if: $class is "twink")[ lithe](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ muscular](else:)[ beefy] body, distraught at his nakedness, stretched out and exposed on display. His limp,(if: $cock is "uncut")[ uncut](elseif: $cock is "cut")[ circumsized] cock dangled vulnerably between his quivering thighs and his ballsack swung to-and-fro as he squirmed against his restraints. 'My, such a magnificent specimen.' Caleb blushed when he realised the alchemist was standing there looking at his helpless body. 'I have no doubt you'll produce the finest essence.' The old man seemed to relish the thought of taking the young man's seed by force. 'Nnggh!' Caleb tugged at his shackles and frantically shook his head. He nervously watched the alchemist select a potion from a shelf of misshapen bottles. 'Ah, yes, this should do the trick. My very own Elixir of Arousal. Just a drop is so potent it'll have you erect in no time and ejaculating for hours - uh, don't ask me how I know that. Now, behave yourself while I remove your gag.' The alchemist unstrapped the uncomfortable ball from Caleb's mouth. (if: $compliant is 1)['Please, sir, this isn't right! I didn't agree to this! This is madness!'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['You dirty old creep! I didn't agree to this! I would NEVER agree to this madness!'] 'Open wide, boy,' said the alchemist, pouring a big glug of the potion down Caleb's throat. The lad tried to jerk his head away and spit, but the man held his head firmly by the jaw, forcing it shut and pinching his nose until he swallowed. 'That's it, good boy, gulp it all down. Won't be long now. I don't know what you're making such a fuss about. All I want is your semen. I even offered you a choice. You're far safer here than out there in the woods. Besides, you'll be making a contribution to science!' Before Caleb could respond, the old man shoved the ball back in and secured it tightly. Ye Gods, he wasn't kidding about that elixir. In spite of Caleb's fear and anger, an intense wave of arousal came over him and he suddenly felt hornier than ever before. It was as though every virile hormone in his body was awakened all at once, and he felt dizzy, weak, and - to his distress - incredibly turned-on. 'Now, I know you didn't want to be here, so perhaps a little extra encouragement will help get you in the mood,' said the alchemist, pulling out a long soft feather which he gently stroked across the (print: $class)'s bare (if: $skin is "light")[ white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ brown] skin, all the way from his neck, down his chest, swishing around his belly button, until he was finally wafting it back and forth under Caleb's balls, scritching the tip against his taint. 'Mmmmmmpphhh... aaaaanngh...' The lad moaned, puffing through his nose, stoically trying to endure the scritching of the feather while the elixir quickly reduced him to a helplessly horny mess. He could only look down in panic at his cock stiffening and rising until it was jutting out in front of him. The old guy was going to make him cum and there was nothing he could do to stop it.(if: $fiend is 1)[ At that moment, a thought suddenly occurred to him; a terrible, selfish thought. Might he be able to give the alchemist another source of "essence" in exchange for his freedom? But he couldn't betray the boy from the cave like that... could he? [[Wait! There's someone else->theres someone else]] ] [[Caleb's fate->Fate alchemist]]

(if: $water is "alchemist")[His head swimming, Caleb reached for his blessed water, popped the cork and took a swig. Within seconds he regained his senses fully, and was able to breathe in the poisonous gas without consequence. The feeble alchemist was no match for the re-energised youth, who shoved past him and dashed for safety. He didn't stop running until he was much further into the forest, far along the path. Eventually he stopped at a junction where the three paths from the start of the Thrallwood converged into one and a sign pointed ahead: "TO THE BARREN GULLY"]\ (else:)[His head swimming, Caleb rubbed his amulet... Within seconds he regained his senses fully, and was able to breathe in the poisonous gas without consequence. The feeble alchemist was no match for the re-energised youth, who shoved past him and dashed for safety. He didn't stop running until he was much further into the forest, far along the path. Eventually he stopped at a junction where the three paths from the start of the Thrallwood converged into one and a sign pointed ahead: "TO THE BARREN GULLY"] [[Proceed to Barren Gully]]

*Wait! There's someone else!* Caleb gurgled through his gag. The alchemist abruptly stopped feathering his taint, stood up and removed the gag. 'What did you say?' Caleb spluttered. 'There's... ugh... another lad, trapped in a cave not far from the river. We were held captive together by these weird impish creatures...' 'Yes, I've seen them in the area. Never thought to follow the little devils though. Alright, you've piqued my interest. I track them down and see where they go. If there *is* another, as you say, then *maybe* I'll let you go. But if you're just leading me a merry dance then by gum you'll pay for it!' 'I swear, I'm not...' was all Caleb managed to say before the old man stuffed the gag back in his mouth and set off, leaving the vulnerable (print: $class) spread out naked in chains to wait anxiously for his return. (link: "Struggle")[(set: $struggle to 1)(goto: "A little test")] (link: "Shout")[(set: $shout to 1)(goto: "A little test")]

(if: $struggle or $shout is 1)[From that moment on, Caleb was little more than a "cum cow". He was kept in shackles during the daytime, locked in a cage at night, and forced to cum his brains out every single day. Over time he became increasingly addicted to the Elixir of Arousal, succumbing to the powerful sexual highs with each gulp and desperately craving more, even though he knew deep down that this was horribly wrong and he needed to escape. Eventually the constant cumming and his elixir addiction rotted his mind, until he was reduced to a mere Gooner - a braindead drone with no thoughts or cares other than the desire to feel horny and shoot his seed with wild abandon. The alchemist kept him fed, watered, and trapped in a perpetual state of youth with the surplus potions he was able to concoct thanks to the young stud's "essence". And despite the constant nagging voice in the back of his head screaming for him to resist, to escape, to remember his old life... he slowly began to enjoy it. (link: "The End")[(reload:)] ] (else:)['There we go... give it up, that's it... every drop...' The alchemist carefully masturbated Caleb into an empty jar, patiently jerking his cock as the boy struggled(if: $compliant is 1)[ pathetically](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ defiantly] and unwillingly spurted load after load. He really tried to resist with all his resolve, but his body was a slave to the elixir that kept him cumming non-stop, regardless of whether he felt an orgasm or not. (if: $class is "hunk")['UNNGH... UGGH... UGH, UGH, UGH... GUUGH...' Caleb couldn't help but moan at the sickeningly pleasurable feeling of being wanked off, especially with the elixir rendering him a helplessly horny mess. As a hunky young man he was naturally "productive" anyway, but under the magical influence of the elixir he was even *more* so, which pleased his captor greatly. *Oh Gods, no, not again, not again, please, no more, I can't take any more!* 'GRRRRRGGGGHH...'](else:)['Unngh... uggh... ugh, ugh, ugh... guugh...' Caleb couldn't help but moan at the sickeningly pleasurable feeling of being wanked off, especially with the elixir rendering him a helplessly horny mess.] The alchemist licked his lips. 'Hoho! Look at this! Such manly essence, so rich in virility. Don't stop now, young man. I need more. So much more.' He continued jerking, hand slopping up and down the (print: $class)'s bulging shaft until the jar was filled. He stopped to examine the gloopy white fluid within. 'Yes... with this seed I should be able to create the ultimate Potion of Everlasting Youth. You're going to make me rich and famous, boy!' From that moment on, Caleb was little more than a "cum cow". He was kept in shackles during the daytime, locked in a cage at night, and forced to cum his brains out every single day. Over time he became increasingly addicted to the Elixir of Arousal, succumbing to the powerful sexual highs with each gulp and desperately craving more, even though he knew deep down that this was horribly wrong and he needed to escape. Eventually the constant cumming and his elixir addiction rotted his mind, until he was reduced to a mere Gooner - a braindead drone with no thoughts or cares other than the desire to feel horny and shoot his seed with wild abandon. The alchemist kept him fed, watered, and trapped in a perpetual state of youth with the surplus potions he was able to concoct thanks to the young stud's "essence". And despite the constant nagging voice in the back of his head screaming for him to resist, to escape, to remember his old life... he slowly began to enjoy it. (link: "The End")[(reload:)] ]

(if: $water is "troll")[Caleb instinctively reached for the vial of water in his pocket and popped the cork out with his thumb. His hand wavered as he wriggled against the hole troll's grasp. Careful not to spill any of the precious liquid, he raised the vial to his lips and drank. As the divine water trickled down his throat, every muscle in his body began to throb and tingle, imbuing him with immense strength. The troll now struggled to drag him any further, as if Caleb's body suddenly weighed the Earth, and Caleb was able to wrestle himself free from its grasp with ease. 'RRRGH, GIMME HOLES!' roared the troll, lunging at Caleb. The lad took one swing at it and sent it flying backwards over the side of the bridge into the river, where it flailed angrily against the current. As it was carried off downstream, Caleb hurried across the bridge to safety. He followed the path into another densely forested area on the other side of the river. Here large mushrooms grew alongside the path and Caleb could smell the scent of wild herbs in the air. Further ahead he spotted an old man stooped over, foraging amongst the vegetation and putting various plants into a large basket.]\ (else:)[Caleb instinctively reached for his amulet and rubbed it between his fingers. 'RRRGH, BRIGHT LIGHT!' The hole troll roared in agony as the amulet glistened with a piercing beam of light. Shielding its eyes from the gleam, the troll let go of Caleb and the lad ran across the bridge to safety. He followed the path into another densely forested area on the other side of the river. Here large mushrooms grew alongside the path and Caleb could smell the scent of wild herbs in the air. Further ahead he spotted an old man stooped over, foraging amongst the vegetation and putting various plants into a large basket.] [[Caleb's choice->Choice four]]

Caleb instinctively reached for his amulet and rubbed it between his fingers, but to his dismay nothing happened. There was no time to use his water instead as the troll, realising what he was up to, roughly pulled his arms behind his back and pinned his wrists together in a tight grip. 'YOU COME WITH ME NOW, HOOMAN,' the buggart intoned, dragging the squirming (print: $class) off. The troll's den was not far from the river, in a cave under a moss-coated mound. A second buggart was waiting expectedly. 'MMM, YOU BRING TASTY MORSEL, YES.' 'FRESH HOLES.' (if: $compliant is 1)['Let me go, please, don't hurt me!'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['No, let me go, you big dumb fiend!'] cried the boy, still writhing in the buggart's clutches as it reached for some rope with which to bind him. 'HEHEH, SUCH NOISY FACE HOLE!' He was no match for the two hulking trolls. They tied him down on his back on a low flat rock against the cave wall, yanked his shoes and socks off, ripped his breeches down to expose his bare (if: $skin is "light")[ white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ brown] legs, and then tied his ankles back over his head with his ass lifted off the rock and spread wide. 'LET'S SEE PUSSY HOLE!' said one of the trolls, tearing a large hole in the ass of Caleb's undershorts. Caleb's bound legs flailed pathetically in the air as he felt the cool dampness of the cave against his exposed crack. 'No! No, no, no! Stop! Please, not that!' But the trolls took no notice of what the impertinent "hooman" had to say; they were amazed it even had the intelligence to protest. He felt their big rough hands pawing at his buttocks, spreading the cheeks apart, chubby fingers prodding at his clenched virgin asshole. 'GRRR, IS SO TIGHT HOLE!' Poke, poke. Prod, prod. Caleb felt like a piece of meat. And then... *ewww!...* a fat, pointed tongue slithering between his cheeks and salivating all around his hole. 'NOM, NOM... MMM... IS DELISSIOUS!' 'LET ME TASTE HOLE!' 'YOU WAIT TURN! ME FIRST!' 'Urggh, no! Get off me! Yuck, gross! Stop!' The first troll greedily lapped at Caleb's puckering muscle, the tip of its tongue teasingly dipping into the sphincter for a slurp while the troll moaned with delight at the taste of fresh (print: $class) hole. Then the hungry buggart began forcefully eating the lad out, noisily noshing on his ass as it buried its face between his cheeks, nose rubbing up and down the crack, snuffling and munching voraciously and slipping its long tongue in as deep as it could go until Caleb felt the tip waggling about in his guts. 'Uggugugggh fuck! Guuurrgghhugh, no! Gods, NO!' Caleb clenched his toes and kicked his legs furiously, with the troll's head stuffed between his thighs. The second troll, meanwhile, was impatient for a hole of its own to enjoy. 'GRRR, SHUSH UP THAT FACEY HOLE, YOU!' It awkwardly clambered onto the rock, straddled Caleb's body, wrenched his jaw open... and stuffed its monster cock down his throat with its big balls resting on his chin. 'UNNNNGGGHUGGGHUGGHNGH!' Caleb gurgled in panic, eyes wide and watering, trying to pull away as he was forced to choke on the big chunky dick filling his mouth. The buggart proceeded to aggressively throat-fuck him in a primal frenzy. 'UNGH UNGH UNGH, HOOMAN HOLES FEELS NICE AND WARM...' It grunted, while its companion continued to dine on the (print: $class)'s(if: $class is "twink")[ skinny](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ peachy](else:)[ meaty] ass. [[Caleb's fate->Fate troll]]

'RRRGGGHH...' The second troll groaned and shot a foul load down Caleb's throat, causing the boy to retch and gag - but he had no choice but to swallow the buggart's seed, which made him feel sick to his stomach. 'OOF, LET ME FEEL WARM FACE HOLE!' said the first troll, finally raising its head from Caleb's ass. The beasts switched places, the first troll now having its turn to fuck Caleb's face while the second ravenously licked out his anus. 'Oh Gods, no, not again, not aguuugggnngghh!' cried Caleb as all twelve inches of the second awful cock was rammed to the back of his throat. His face was red and he felt like he couldn't breathe with that thing blocking his airway - and all while another wormy tongue squelched around his defensively clenching asshole, stretching it out and pushing in nice and deep. But worse was still to come. When the two buggarts had had their fill of throat-pounding and ass-tasting, they moved on to *ass*-pounding and *throat*-tasting instead. 'No, nugh... get away from me, I don't want to... no!' Caleb jerked his head left and right, but was powerless to stop one troll from grabbing him by the chin and forcing its tongue down his throat - while the other pulled his cheeks apart and forcefully penetrated him with a hard thrust. The captive (print: $class) could only groan and cry out in pain as the big troll cock drilled his ass, the troll snorting energetically as its balls slapped against the boy's behind. But even his groans and cries were drowned out by the tongue invading his "face hole", tickling his tonsils as though the creaure were giving him a long - *verrry* long - and passionate snog. 'UNNFFF... SO WARM HOLE... UNNGH YEAH...' The buggart fucked Caleb hard and fast, splurging load after load of hot spooge inside him as it gripped him by the ankles. The other eventually pulled out of his mouth to lick all over his wincing face, coating him with drool before discovering his little "ear holes" to tongue-fuck - much to Caleb's utter disgust. But for the wailing, flailing, repulsed young (print: $class), this was as far as he would proceed into the Forest of Thrallwood. The buggarts would be snacking on, fingering, playing with, sniffing, and fucking his holes for many moons to come. He was to become their own personal sex toy, never to leave the cave again, forced every day to endure the humiliation and anguish of being violated from both ends for the gleeful gratification of two slobbering trolls while silently praying for rescue that never arrived. (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

*Clouds converge and darkness descends. A willowy figure flickers through the shadows. Another unwitting plaything has strayed into its lair.* (if: $charity is 1)[ [[Lair of the Fearmonger->Fearmonger charity]] ](else:)[ [[Lair of the Fearmonger->Fearmonger]] ]

*The inhuman beast stalks the woods. It sniffs the air with a gruff snort. Fresh meat has wandered into its territory.* (if: $charity is 1)[ [[The Herdsman's Territory->Herdsman charity]] ](else:)[ [[The Herdsman's Territory->Herdsman]] ]

As Caleb made his way along the dirt trail that weaved between the nest of tall dead trees, something made him stop dead in his tracks: the sound of heavy, thudding footsteps. He looked around, his heart beating rapidly, but saw nothing. Was it just his imagination? No, there it was again; *thud-thud-thud*, the stomping of some giant predator coming for him, each hulking step growing louder as it drew nearer, but still unseen. Caleb ran. He just had to make it to Hild's Foss before the *thing*, whatever it was, caught up with him. But now the thunderous footfalls became quicker too, and louder, *THUD-THUD-THUD*, right behind him, relentlessly hunting him down. *Oh Gods, oh Gods protect me...* Caleb clutched at his amulet, running faster, panting rapidly, with beads of sweat trickling down his face. *THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD* It grabbed him around the waist from behind. He turned his head and looked up in horror at the beast which had him in its clutches. *Gods, no...* He remembered a musty old tome of folk tales on his uncle's shelf, with painted pictures of legendary monsters from the Yestertimes. One of them had the sturdy body of an imposing muscular man and the head of a bull with a large pair of crooked horns. It was known as the (link-reveal: "Herdsman")[ *(mythological)*]. And now Caleb was staring up at the very same monster in the flesh. It was nearly ten feet tall and looked down at him with large black eyes as he wriggled frantically in its grasp. The Herdsman bared its animal teeth and snorted, and Caleb's arms and legs flailed wildly. (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Use water")[(set: $water to "herdsman")(goto: "Succeed herdsman")]] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=9)[(goto: "Fail herdsman")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed herdsman")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=8)[(goto: "Fail herdsman")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed herdsman")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=10)[(goto: "Fail herdsman")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed herdsman")]] ] (if: $dagger is 1)[(link: "Use dagger")[(set: $dagger to "herdsman")(goto: "Succeed herdsman")]] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail herdsman")]]

With the dread beast's hot breath on the back of his neck, Caleb fumbled with his Amulet of Mezendoah. He rubbed it vigorously... but it didn't work. He could only holler and struggle profusely, a helpless plaything trapped in the big strong arms of the Herdsman as it dragged him off. Far off the beaten track, isolated in the wilderness of the forest, there stood a barn. From the outside it looked like just any ordinary barn; a large wooden structure, with no windows and one big heavy wooden door. The only hint that all was not what it seemed was the faint sounds of miserable groans from within. As the Herdsman pushed the door aside with one giant hand and dragged his captive (print: $class) in, Caleb was wide-eyed with shock at the sight which greeted him: rows of enslaved young men and women chained down naked on all-fours with their heads locked in pillories to hold them in place, moaning in distress through ball-gags as they were *milked* like cows. Weird mechanical pumping apparatus was hooked up the lads' cocks and the girls' tits, sucking monotonously, draining them of their juices, which were collected in large pails placed beneath their quivering bodies. 'Uuuuuuurrrrggghhh...' 'Aaaaaaannnggghhh...' 'Mmmmmmmmpppphhhhh...' The barn was filled with the sound of relentless squelching and agonised grunting, the air thick with the scent of musk and sweat. Caleb's heart sank and his stomach churned at the thought of being turned into human livestock. 'OH GODS NO!' he screamed, his shoes scuffing and slipping on the straw-covered floor as the Herdsman hauled him over to an empty "milking stall". Caleb(if: $compliant is 1)[ trembled uncontrollably](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ struggled ferociously] as the beast stripped him of his human clothes, easily ripping them from his body as though they were made of paper. The other "cows" were too traumatised by their own milking ordeals to pay any attention to the helpless newcummer, the boys wincing with each creamy spurt, the girls cringing with each milky squirt. The enormous Herdsman was too strong and stocky for(if: $class is "twink")[ puny little twink] Caleb to fend off(if: $class is "twunk")[, even being the toned, muscular twunk that he was](elseif: $class is "hunk")[, even being the beefy young hunk that he was]. He was forced down onto his hands and knees with his legs spread wide apart, his wrists and ankles shackled to the floor, the wooden pillory clamped around his neck. *No, no, no, this cannot be happening, no, this isn't real, I must be dreaming, no, no, please Gods say this is all a terrible nightmare, please!* 'MOOOOOOOO!' growled the Herdsman. Caleb dared not look up at the terrifying man beast again. His gaze was fixed firmly ahead of him, staring directly at another young lad who was snivelling hysterically as he ejaculated into his pail of "milk". A shudder ran along Caleb's spine. His limp (print: $cock) cock and balls dangled vulnerably between his thighs, swinging to-and-fro as he wriggled against his bonds. The Herdsman reached down, yanked his jaw open, wedged a ball-gag between his teeth, and strapped it tight. 'NNNNNNNGGGGHH!' Caleb shook his head furiously. Now he looked like one of the herd. *No, no, I'm human, I can't be milked like an animal, I can't, I can't!* Then something was inserted into his asshole. [[Caleb's fate->Fate herdsman]]

(if: $water is "herdsman")[With the dread beast's hot breath on the back of his neck, Caleb fumbled with his vial of water, pulling the cork stopper out with his teeth and pouring the liquid down his throat. The Herdsman snorted again and gripped him tighter, but now Caleb could feel a powerful enchantment coursing through his body. His skin prickled, his bones tingled, and he began to grow in size, larger and larger, until the Herdsman could no longer hold onto him. He kept growing until he was towering over the monster. Outmatched, the Herdsman swiftly retreated with a contemptuous sneer, enraged at having lost its prey... at least until the next one came wandering by. Caleb breathed a sigh of relief, his heart still racing as he journeyed on to his final destination. With each step he slowly diminished in size, shrinking down inch-by-inch until he was safely past the Herdsman's territory and back to his normal height. The trail brought him to the top of a flight of overgrown stone steps leading down to the sound of a waterfall below. On the ground, a fallen sign for Hild's Foss. He was here at last. He had made it.]\ (elseif: $dagger is "herdsman")[With the dread beast's hot breath on the back of his neck, Caleb fumbled for the ranger's dagger tucked under his belt. He thrust it upwards, over his shoulder, stabbing the manimal in the eye. 'MOOOOOOGGGGHH!' The Herdsman let out a roar of pain and dropped Caleb to the ground as it clutched at its bleeding face with the blade still embedded in its eye. The lad was in no mood to hang around and quickly leapt to his feet to run for safety. The Herdsman started to give chase, blindly grabbing at the air, but its prey was already gone. Caleb breathed a sigh of relief, his heart still racing as he journeyed on to his final destination, well past the Herdsman's territory. The trail brought him to the top of a flight of overgrown stone steps leading down to the sound of a waterfall below. On the ground, a fallen sign for Hild's Foss. He was here at last. He had made it.]\ (else:)[With the dread beast's hot breath on the back of his neck, Caleb fumbled with his Amulet of Mezendoah. As he rubbed it, it emitted a flash of pure white light and the Herdsman gripped him tighter, but now Caleb could feel a powerful enchantment enveloping his body. His skin prickled, his bones tingled, and he began to grow in size, larger and larger, until the Herdsman could no longer hold onto him. He kept growing until he was towering over the monster. Outmatched, the Herdsman swiftly retreated with a contemptuous sneer, enraged at having lost its prey... at least until the next one came wandering by. Caleb breathed a sigh of relief, his heart still racing as he journeyed on to his final destination. With each step he slowly diminished in size, shrinking down inch-by-inch until he was safely past the Herdsman's territory and back to his normal height. The trail brought him to the top of a flight of overgrown stone steps leading down to the sound of a waterfall below. On the ground, a fallen sign for Hild's Foss. He was here at last. He had made it.] [[To Hild's Foss->Hilds Foss]] (if: $elixir is 1)[ [[Drink elixir->Drink elixir two]] ]

Hild's Foss was a small waterfall nestled under the trees, which tumbled down into a large pool of shimmering water. At the edge of the pool, on a flat rock, sat a brooding and bony figure with its back to Caleb as he approached from the steps. *Hild's Foss is home to an entity that does not like to be disturbed.* Drawing nearer to the mysterious figure, Caleb noticed glints of sparkling gemstone embedded in the rock upon which it sat. The Iridescent Quartz. He was trembling with equal parts trepidation and excitement. He had just one final challenge to deal with. 'Who enters my domain?' said the figure in a gruff, deep, stern voice. Caleb's hand automatically reached for his amulet. 'You will find your talisman of no use here, boy. Speak.' 'Caleb. My name is Caleb,' the lad(if: $compliant is 1)[ stammered](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ announced]. The figure stood up and turned to face him. Its skin was grey and cracked like the surface of scorched rock, its hair ash-white, its eyes black empty holes. 'Few are those who come to face me, Caleb. What is it you seek? Have you come to steal a piece of my precious gemstone?' [[Caleb's choice->Choice seven]]

As Caleb made his way along the dirt trail that weaved between the nest of tall dead trees, a dense fog seemed to close in around him. At first he thought it was simply a figment of his imagination, but the further he ventured, the thicker the fog until he could barely see a few feet in front of him. That was when he glimpsed it - a vague silhouetted figure walking towards him, though its feet hovered above the ground. Caleb tried to back away, but he was paralysed and couldn't move from the spot, as though the mysterious entity had him under some spell. Even as it got closer the silhouette was no clearer, until it emerged from the fog and stood before him; nothing but a shadow of a man. Caleb remembered a musty old tome of folk tales on his uncle's shelf, with painted pictures of legendary monsters from the Yestertimes. One of them was depicted as a person shrouded in shadow, said to be the giver of nightmares, so that it may feed off the terror of mortals held in its thrall. The name given to this supernatural dreamweaver was the (link-reveal: "Fearmonger")[ (*elemental*)]. And now Caleb was staring into the hidden face of the very same monster. All at once the Fearmonger's shadowy form expanded to encompass the surrounding fog and wrap itself around Caleb, who anxiously fumbled for his... (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Water")[(set: $water to "fearmonger")(goto: "Succeed fearmonger")]] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=9)[(goto: "Fail fearmonger")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed fearmonger")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=11)[(goto: "Fail fearmonger")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed fearmonger")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=10)[(goto: "Fail fearmonger")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed fearmonger")]] ] (if: $torch is 1)[(link: "Use torch")[(set: $torch to "fearmonger")(goto: "Succeed fearmonger")]](elseif: $dagger is 1)[(link: "Use dagger")[(set: $dagger to "fearmonger")(goto: "Fail fearmonger")]] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail fearmonger")]]

(if: $dagger is "fearmonger")[Caleb pulled the ranger's dagger from his belt, but it was pointless - there was nothing to stab at but mist and shadow. The darkness overcame him and then Caleb wandered cautiously through the forest, watching pollen spores floating through beams of sunlight glimmering through the dense treetops and taking care not to stray too far from the leaf-littered stone path. He had started out with a sense of trepidation, but could feel himself being lulled into a sense of calmness by the serene surroundings of the lush green woods. The air was damp and fresh, and the whole forest felt alive - perhaps in more ways than one. The smell of moss and ancient trees filled his nostrils. For all the scary stories he'd heard about this place growing up, it all seemed so innocuous. Presently, he reached a fork in the path; there was nothing remarkable about either route as far as he could tell. Still, he didn't want to take a wrong turn... (link: "Take the left path")[(set: $route to "left")(goto: "Fail fearmonger two")] (link: "Take the right path")[(set: $route to "right")(goto: "Fail fearmonger two")]]\ (else:)[Caleb wandered cautiously through the forest, watching pollen spores floating through beams of sunlight glimmering through the dense treetops and taking care not to stray too far from the leaf-littered stone path. He had started out with a sense of trepidation, but could feel himself being lulled into a sense of calmness by the serene surroundings of the lush green woods. The air was damp and fresh, and the whole forest felt alive - perhaps in more ways than one. The smell of moss and ancient trees filled his nostrils. For all the scary stories he'd heard about this place growing up, it all seemed so innocuous. Presently, he reached a fork in the path; there was nothing remarkable about either route as far as he could tell. Still, he didn't want to take a wrong turn... (link: "Take the left path")[(set: $route to "left")(goto: "Fail fearmonger two")] (link: "Take the right path")[(set: $route to "right")(goto: "Fail fearmonger two")]]

(if: $torch is "fearmonger")[Remebering he still carried the torch he'd found earlier, Caleb struck it against a nearby tree stump and it flickered into flame. As the light touched the Fearmonger, the shadow drew back into the fog, not daring to get too close. With the light of the flame for protection, Caleb hurried on along the path with the Fearmonger still pursuing him from a cautious distance. He just prayed the torch wouldn't burn out before he had reached safety. Luckily it held out, and he emerged from the fog back on the forest trail, standing at the top of a flight of overgrown stone steps leading down to the sound of a waterfall below. There was no sign of the Fearmonger now, so he discarded the burned-out torch. On the ground, a fallen sign for Hild's Foss. He was here at last. He had made it. [[To Hild's Foss->Hilds Foss]] ]\ (else:)[Caleb wandered cautiously through the forest, watching pollen spores floating through beams of sunlight glimmering through the dense treetops and taking care not to stray too far from the leaf-littered stone path. He had started out with a sense of trepidation, but could feel himself being lulled into a sense of calmness by the serene surroundings of the lush green woods. The air was damp and fresh, and the whole forest felt alive - perhaps in more ways than one. The smell of moss and ancient trees filled his nostrils. For all the scary stories he'd heard about this place growing up, it all seemed so innocuous. Presently, he reached a fork in the path; there was nothing remarkable about either route as far as he could tell. Still, he didn't want to take a wrong turn... (link: "Take the left path")[(set: $route to "left")(goto: "Succeed fearmonger two")] (link: "Take the right path")[(set: $route to "right")(goto: "Succeed fearmonger two")]]

[[Turn left]] [[Turn right]] (set: $counter to 5) You have |amount>[$counter] seconds to decide. (live: 1s)[ (set: $counter to it - 1) (if: $counter is 0)[(go-to: (either: "Turn left", "Turn right"))] (replace: ?amount)[$counter] ]

(set: $cautious to 1)No, Caleb told himself, it definitely *wasn't* just his imagination. He took the left path to be safe and found himself entering a small wooded den. The trees and web were so dense that no sunlight could peek through. His heart began to pound. *Get out of here, now.* He heard a sound behind him, the crack of a twig. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure nothing was pursuing him, he fled deeper into the den. As he turned his head to look where he was going, the ground beneath him gave way and he fell into a deep pit. 'Gaaaaah!' Clambering to his feet, he urgently looked around for a way out, but the sides of the pit were unscalable. 'Help! Somebody help me! I'm trapped down here!' he cried, even though he knew it was foolish to expect help out here in the Thrallwood. Then he heard the scuttling again. It slowly drew nearer, until the long spindly front legs of an enormous (link-reveal: "spyder")[ *(mythological)*] appeared at the edge of the pit. Caleb stared up in horror as the creature peeked over the side. He heard a sinister, yet oddly soothing, voice inside his head: *'Ah, I see some fresh meat has fallen into my trap.'* Caleb was about to reach for either his amulet or his blessed water when *THWUMP!* ...the spyder was struck by an arrow. It let out a wild squeal of pain, wounded, as it was hit by another arrow before quickly retreating. Caleb waited nervously for his mysterious saviour to appear. After a moment's silence, a rope was tossed over the edge of the pit and a woman's voice called out, 'Climb up, it's safe!' The lad used the rope to haul himself out of the pit where he was met by a leather-armoured woman armed with a bow and a quiver of arrows strapped to her back. 'Thanks,' said Caleb. 'Who are you? What are you doing out here?' 'Name's Rhiannon. I'm a professional ranger; I trawl enchanted forests like this hunting mythological creatures to sell to... specialist clients.' [[Specialist clients?->Specialist clients]] [[You saved my life]] [[Thanks for your help, but I've got to go->thanks for your help]]

(set: $daring to 1)No, Caleb told himself, it *was* just his imagination. He took the right path and found himself entering a small wooded den. The trees and web were so dense that no sunlight could peek through. His heart began to pound. *Get out of here, now.* He heard a sound behind him, the snap of a twig. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure nothing was pursuing him, he fled deeper into the den. As he turned his head to look where he was going, he ran straight into a large cobweb stretched out like a net between the trees. He tried to pull back, but he was trapped, tangled in the web. As he struggled to break free, vibrations rippled through the strands of the web - alerting the enormous (link-reveal: "spyder")[ *(mythological)*] crawling through the treetops. Caleb stared up in horror as the creature slowly descended upon him. He heard a sinister, yet oddly soothing, voice inside his head: *'Don't be afraid, Caleb. I won't hurt you.'* 'Wha... who are you...? How do you know my name?' *'Shush, human, there's no need to squirm so. I only intend to bring you pleasure...'* The foul creature was telepathically probing his mind, searching the recesses of his subconscious to discover his weaknesses. He tried to shut it out, still tugging against the sticky webbing. He just about managed to pull one arm free, enough to be able to reach for either his amulet or blessed water... (link: "Use water")[(set: $water to "spyder")(goto: "Succeed spyder")] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail spyder")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed spyder")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=5)[(goto: "Fail spyder")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed spyder")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail spyder")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed spyder")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail spyder")]]

'Specialist clients?' asked Caleb. 'I take on a whole range of contracts. Some hire me to rid them of "pests" when these malign creatures stray too close to neighbouring villages. Others will pay handsomely for a trophy of a dead mythological, for example. And then there's the black market trade, for people with exotic tastes in pets or those who believe their marrow can be used for medicinal purposes, or what have you. It's all nonsense of course, but if people have the coin I don't question their motives.' 'How long have you been in this... line of work?' 'Ever since my father taught me how to hunt. Work's slowly drying up though. The enchanted forests are all dying out. Creatures are becoming rarer. Soon there'll be nothing left to hunt but deer and bears.' [[You saved my life]] [[Thanks for your help, but I've got to go->thanks for your help]]

'You saved my life.' 'I heard you shouting. You're lucky I was nearby. The question is, what are *you* doing out here?' After Caleb had explained the Rite of Thrallwood to Rhiannon, she said: 'And they don't even give you a weapon? You're either very brave or extremely foolish. Given that I found you in a pit about to be violated by a mythological monster, I'm inclined towards the latter. I could always accompany you for a while, if you wish. Might bag myself a nice trophy or two while helping you on your way.' [[I'll be okay on my own->on my own]] [[Sure, I'd appreciate some protection->appreciate protection]]

'Anyway, thanks for your help, but I've got to go,' Caleb said, slightly embarrassed about having to be rescued so soon into the rite. As he turned to head off, Rhiannon said: 'You're either very brave or extremely foolish. Given that I found you in a pit about to be violated by a mythological monster, I'm inclined towards the latter. I could always accompany you for a while, if you wish. Might bag myself a nice trophy or two while helping you on your way.' [[I'll be okay on my own->on my own]] [[Sure, I'd appreciate some protection->appreciate protection]]

(if: $water is "spyder")[Wriggling frantically, Caleb reached for his water, popped the cork stopper with his thumb and swigged the crystal-clear liquid. He sensed the spyder's psychic presence receding from his mind and suddenly realised that *he* was inside the spyder's mind instead. He closed his eyes in concentration, and... *'Free me from this web and let me go.'* With its own telepathic abilities diminished, the spyder was at Caleb's command. It crawled into the web and with its long powerful legs it pulled its prey free. Caleb dropped to his feet and slowly backed away from the sinister predator. *'Do not follow me. Leave me be,'* he communicated to it, to make sure it wouldn't come chasing after him the second their psychic link was broken. The spyder disappeared back up into the trees in eerie silence and Caleb ran for safety, running until he was clear of the spyder's den and deeper into the forest. Eventually he came to a shady dell at the bottom of a large hill. Someone had set up a small camp here amongst the trees; a tent and a cooking pot were unattended, along with a small steel cage. Since there was no sign of the occupant, Caleb disregarded it. What kind of person would be camping out in the Thrallwood anyway? The path continued up the hill with jagged stone steps towards the ruins of some ancient tower. The only other way forwards was a tunnel leading under the hill, the entrance of which was glistening with a strange slimy residue.]\ (else:)[Wriggling frantically, Caleb reached for his amulet and rubbed it between his fingers. The pendant began to glow with an ethereal light and he sensed the spyder's psychic presence receding from his mind. He suddenly realised that *he* was inside the spyder's mind instead. He closed his eyes in concentration, and... *'Free me from this web and let me go.'* With its own telepathic abilities diminished, the spyder was at Caleb's command. It crawled into the web and with its long powerful legs it pulled its prey free. Caleb dropped to his feet and slowly backed away from the sinister predator. *'Do not follow me. Leave me be,'* he communicated to it, to make sure it wouldn't come chasing after him the second their psychic link was broken. The spyder disappeared back up into the trees in eerie silence and Caleb ran for safety, running until he was clear of the spyder's den and deeper into the forest. Eventually he came to a shady dell at the bottom of a large hill. Someone had set up a small camp here amongst the trees; a tent and a cooking pot were unattended, along with a small steel cage. Since there was no sign of the occupant, Caleb disregarded it. What kind of person would be camping out in the Thrallwood anyway? The path continued up the hill with jagged stone steps towards the ruins of some ancient tower. The only other way forwards was a tunnel leading under the hill, the entrance of which was glistening with a strange slimy residue.] [[He investigated the ancient ruins]] [[He ventured into the tunnel]]

Wriggling frantically, Caleb reached for his amulet and rubbed it between his fingers... but nothing happened! He had been warned that it might not always work, but what a time for it to fail him - sprawled out in an enormous web trap as a monstrous spyder scuttled ever closer. (if: $compliant is 1)['Ngh... oh Gods, please, no... let me alone, I just want to pass through...' Caleb whined.](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Rrrgh... oh Gods, NO! Keep away from me, vile creature! Let me pass!' Caleb hollered.] *'Oh, I think not,'* echoed the voice in his head. *'I so rarely catch such fresh meat these days. Your nutritious seed will satiate my hunger for many moons to come.'* Seed? Caleb felt a shudder along his spine. What was this creepy arachnid planning to do with him? He didn't have to wait long to find out. The spyder's spindly front legs slipped under the waistband of his breeches and slowly peeled them down to his knees as he writhed in(if: $compliant is 1)[ despair](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ frustration.] 'Nugh, no... get away from me...' He could only look down in terror as his undershorts were pulled down next, exposing his limp, (print: $cock) cock and his balls dangling vulnerably between his parted thighs. *Mmm, its meat looks so juicy and tender...'* Caleb started to idly reminisce about a girl from home... Leanna... her petite, slender body... her pretty hair... her beautiful smile... her nubile breasts... wait... what was this, why was he thinking about such a thing now?! It was the spyder telepathically manipulating him, drawing out his private desires and sexual fantasies to coax him to an unwanted erection. He tried to put such arousing thoughts out of his head, but his mind slowly succumbed to the weakness of his flesh. The spyder delved deeper into his psyche to implant images of other naked girls - some familiar, others not - and tricking him into thinking they were touching him, caressing his bare(if: $skin is "light")[ white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ brown] skin, pressing their soft lips against his chest, rubbing their nude bodies against him... *Urrgh... no, no, enough... it's not real, it's not real... fuck...* *'Yesss, surrender to your dreams... give in to lust... just let go...'* Caleb's eyes slowly glazed over in a horny haze and his cock sprang up, jutting out semi-erect and leaking pre-cum. The girls were all he could think about now, naked and seductive, running their hands all over his body, making him moan with pleasure, and Leanna taking his cock in her warm mouth to suck him off... [[He woke up->Fate spyder]]

As Caleb carefully ascended the mossy steps towards the ruins, he heard the low murmur of men chanting. Ducking low so as to avoid detection, he crept up the final few steps to the top of the hill. In front of him was the circular ruin of an old tower long since fallen, leaving only the base of the wall and a couple of pillars sinking into the ground. Standing within the crumbling wall was a small gathering of robed men around a stone altar. Caleb laid low for a moment. Presently, the leader of the group stepped up to the altar with his arms outstretched and incanted: 'As High Priest of The Lodge of Depravity, I bid thee pay tribute to our master, Sadoch, lord of pain and punishment. We offer him our life essence as his humble servants in this mortal realm.' The other men chanted: *'Hail Sadoch!'* Caleb watched with morbid curiosity as one-by-one the druids approached the altar, pulled out their cocks, and masturbated until they had shot their loads all over it. While they were distracted by their deviant ritual, he saw his chance to get past them... [[Caleb's choice->Choice six]]

Caleb peeked into the tunnel. He expected it to be dark, but to his surprise the walls shimmered with an eerie phosphorescent glow. The source of this ethereal light appeared to be the slimy residue that ran along the walls of the tunnel, as if left behind by some giant slug. The(if: $daring is 1)[ daring](elseif: $cautious is 1)[ cautious] young (print: $class) ventured deeper inside. Loose gravel crunched underfoot as Caleb made his way through the tunnel. Toadstools grew in the gloom amongst the stalagmites and stalactites, all illuminated by the mesmerising gleam of the luminous slime. From some dank corner the dripping of water could be heard and a chill passed through the place. About halfway through, Caleb stumbled over a rock and reached out to steady himself. As he pulled his hand away from the wall, he noticed it was coated in a thick layer of the pale glowing gunge. He was about to wipe it off when he felt something land on his shoulder. 'Eww! Wait... what the...' It was a dollop of the same gunk as was on his hand. He looked up and saw that the ceiling directly above his head was thick with (link-reveal: "primordial gloop")[ *(elemental)*]. Then, with a sickening *schlrrrrrrp*, the gloop reached out and grabbed him. Caleb instinctively pulled back, but suddenly more gloop grabbed his ankles from the cavern floor. Gods, it was *everywhere!* As the viscous slime began to spread across his body, he had just enough time to reach for his... (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Water")[(set: $water to "gloop")(goto: "Succeed gloop")]] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail gloop")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed gloop")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=9)[(goto: "Fail gloop")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed gloop")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=8)[(goto: "Fail gloop")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed gloop")]] ] (if: $dagger is 1)[(link: "Use dagger")[(set: $dagger to "gloop")(goto: "Fail gloop")]] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail gloop")]]

Caleb opened his eyes with a start. He was lying half-naked in the hay on the floor of his uncle's barn. It was late evening, and a fierce storm raged outside. Leanna lay beside him with one arm draped over him. It took him a moment to recover his senses before he remembered the pair of them taking shelter here and dozing off together as they made love. As he sat up, Leanna stirred. 'Caleb? What is it?' she asked, yawning. 'It's getting late. We fell asleep. Gods, and I was having the strangest dream...' He began to tell her about the giant spider, the Thrallwood, and the rite, but it all sounded so ridiculous and the images were already fading from his memory. 'Shh, it was just a bad dream, is all. Lie back. Let me make it all better...' He did as he was told and Leanna huddled up close to him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his handsome face. She ran her fingers through his (print: $hair) hair. The warmth of her body in the cold, rain-lashed barn felt good. He kissed her. She rolled onto her back and parted her legs for him. His hard cock rubbed against her soft thigh as he straddled her gorgeous body and slipped it inside her moist pussy, overcome with intense sexual longing... *...and blissfully unaware that he was trapped in a psychically-induced wet dream, while in the waking world his body was mummified in a web sac deep in the dark forest of Thrallwood, a spyder feeding off his throbbing cock as it poked through a hole in the sac and drip-drip-dripped with a daily supply of fresh seed, until his balls were incapable of producing another drop and his life force was irreparably drained... at which point he'd provide another kind of nourishment for the spyder to devour.* (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

(set: $ranger to 1)'I appreciate the offer, but I need to do this on my own. Completing the rite is pointless if I can't prove myself without help.' 'If you say so, kid. Well, good luck. Perhaps our paths will cross again.' Rhiannon nodded and took her leave, and Caleb was free to continue on his way, following the path away from the dreaded spyder's den and deeper into the forest. He could see a large hill looming in the distance. He began to feel uneasy, as though he were being followed, but shrugged it off as nothing more than the eerie atmosphere of the Thrallwood. Eventually he came to a shady dell at the bottom of the hill. Someone had set up a small camp here amongst the trees; a tent and a cooking pot were unattended, along with a small steel cage. *This must be where Rhiannon's been camping,* thought Caleb. No doubt she would return here later, perhaps after a successful hunt. The path continued up the hill with jagged stone steps towards the ruins of some ancient tower. The only other way forwards was a tunnel leading under the hill, the entrance of which was glistening with a strange slimy residue. [[He investigated the ancient ruins]] [[He ventured into the tunnel]]

(set: $water to 0)(set: $gullible to 1)'Sure, I'd appreciate some protection,' said Caleb, delighted by his good fortune. It was perhaps technically cheating, completing the rite with the aid of an outsider, but the Patricians would never know. 'Wonderful. Follow me. I know the safest routes to take around here,' said Rhiannon, and the pair continued on their way, following the path away from the dreaded spyder's den and deeper into the forest. Caleb could see a large hill looming in the distance, where the remains of an old ruin stood. The path led directly towards it, but Rhiannon insisted they stray from the track. 'There are unseen dangers on this path, trust me. Sometimes the less obvious route is safer. This way, come on.' They left the path and trekked into the undergrowth of the forest, still moving towards the hill. Suddenly there was a loud *SNAP* and Caleb was caught inside a net trap which sharply hoisted him into the air. As it catapulted him off the ground, the vial of blessed water slipped out of his pocket and landed amongst the foliage of the forest floor. Rhiannon calmly stood below him, grinning. 'Sorry, kid, but turns out *you're* the most valuable thing I could catch today.' Tangled in the tight netting, Caleb squirmed violently with only his amulet left to protect him... (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail ranger one")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed ranger one")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=5)[(goto: "Fail ranger one")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed ranger one")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=4)[(goto: "Fail ranger one")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed ranger one")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail ranger one")]]

Caleb rubbed the amulet around his neck, but nothing seemed to happen. Dismayed, he began pulling at the net around him, but it was made of thick, coarse rope and(if: $class is "twink")[ his weak twink muscles were too puny to rip open a hole big enough to escape](else:)[ even his strong muscles were not enough to rip open a hole big enough to escape]. Rhiannon stood below him, looking up. 'Nothing personal,(if: $class is "twink")[ cutie](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ muscles](else:)[ stud]; a gal's just gotta earn a living. There are certain establishments that will pay a good price for fresh meat like you. You just... hang tight. I forgot to mention I don't travel alone. My partners will be joining me later, then we can get you out of here safe and sound.' As she walked away, Caleb thrashed around in the net like a captive animal.(if: $compliant is 1)[ 'Please, let me go! Don't do this, I beg you!'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ 'You have no right to do this! Let me out of here at once!'] He could protest all he liked; apart from the ranger, there was no one else around to hear him. He had no choice but to wait until the sun went down, at which point the ranger returned with two men, similarly clad and armed. 'Cut him down.' The men did as Rhiannon said, slashing the rope which held the net in the air. It came crashing down with Caleb still wrapped up inside it. As he tried to fight his way out, the men pounced on him. 'No, wait! Get off me!' He clawed at the ground, his(if: $class is "twink")[ lithe](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ athletic](else:)[ muscular] body wriggling underneath the men as they pulled his arms behind him and hogtied his wrists and ankles together. 'Quit yer squirmin', meat!' 'Rawr, got a feisty one here, Rhi!' 'Oh yes,' said Rhiannon, stroking Caleb's (print: $hair) hair as he scowled up at her. 'And I know just the place for a lad like this...' (if: $class is "twink")[ [[Caleb's fate->The Feathers]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[ [[Caleb's fate->The Spread Eagle]] ]\ (else:)[ [[Caleb's fate->The Bull]] ]

(set: $dagger to 1)Caleb rubbed the amulet around his neck, but nothing seemed to happen. Dismayed, he began pulling at the net around him, but it was made of thick, coarse rope and(if: $class is "twink")[ his weak twink muscles were too puny to rip open a hole big enough to escape](else:)[ even his strong muscles were not enough to rip open a hole big enough to escape]. Rhiannon stood below him, looking up. 'Hello? What happened? Do you need help?' *Help?* It was her fault he was in this predicament in the first place!(if: $compliant is 1)[ 'Please, let me go! Don't do this, I beg you!'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ 'Help? That's rich! Let me out of here at once!'] But the ranger seemed perplexed. 'Do... do I know you? I'm sorry, I don't remember what... I don't even remember how I got here...' Caleb looked down at her. She was genuinely disorientated. The amulet must have worked after all! It had somehow wiped her memory or something - but whether it was a temporary or permanent erasure, Caleb had no desire to find out. 'Uh, why no, I... I got trapped here and called for help, and then you appeared. Could you please help me out?' 'Of course... strange... yes, I'll help you, just a moment...' The ranger searched around in confusion before realising she had a dagger tucked into her belt. 'Well, how about that for good fortune! Here, catch!' She tossed the small blade to Caleb, who slit a hole in the net and plummeted to the ground. He quickly looked around for his lost vial of water, but there was no sign of it. 'Where did I... what was I...?' Rhiannon was muttering to herself. Caleb didn't want to risk her memory returning before he had a chance to escape further into the forest, so he was forced to abandon his search for the water, tuck the dagger into his belt, and take his leave. 'Well, thank you for your help,' he said, backing away. 'Perhaps our paths will cross again!' 'Wait a minute... hey! Hey, you! Wait!' But the lad was already gone. Eventually he came to a shady dell at the bottom of the hill. Someone had set up a small camp here amongst the trees; a tent and a cooking pot were unattended, along with a small steel cage. *This must be where Rhiannon's been camping,* thought Caleb. He wondered if she'd even remember where it was. The path continued up the hill with jagged stone steps towards the ruins of some ancient tower. The only other way forwards was a tunnel leading under the hill, the entrance of which was glistening with a strange slimy residue. [[He investigated the ancient ruins]] [[He ventured into the tunnel]]

[[Sneak->Sneak druids]] [[Run!->Run druids]] (set: $counter to 5) You have |amount>[$counter] seconds to decide. (live: 1s)[ (set: $counter to it - 1) (if: $counter is 0)[(go-to: "Caught druids")] (replace: ?amount)[$counter] ]

(if: $daring is 1)[Staying low to the ground and ducking behind the stone ruins, Caleb quickly but quietly tiptoed around the edge of the tower. 'Ugh... ungh... aaaah...' The druids groaned and ejaculated obliviously, lost in their own world of religio-sexual fervour, as the cunning young (print: $class) crept past them undetected. 'What was that?' Alerted by the sight of something in the corner of his eye, the High Priest broke out of his orgasmic reverie and spun round... catching Caleb in the act. 'Hey! Wait! Let go of me!' yelled Caleb as the men pounced on him, grabbing him by the shoulders, yanking his arms behind his back, and marching him over to the jizz-soaked altar. 'Who art thou?' boomed the High Priest. Caleb was repulsed by the sight of all the druids around him with their hard, dripping cocks still out on display, disturbed in the middle of their ritual. 'SPEAK!' (if: $compliant is 1)['C-C-Caleb, sir.'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Fuck you!'] 'Insolent youth, disrupting our sacred ritual!' *Slap!* The man smacked Caleb across the face. Caleb(if: $compliant is 1)[ was stunned into silence as the other men held him tight with their semi-erect pricks pressed against him.](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ scowled at him and struggled wilfully in the other men's grasp as they held him tight with their semi-erect pricks pressed against him.] 'And yet this does present a rare opportunity for us to appease our master, while teaching you a lesson at the same time. Tie him down. We have a *new* tribute to offer Sadoch!' At the mere thought of being offered up as some kind of sexual sacrifice for a god of depravity, a jolt of adrenaline coursed through Caleb's body and he kicked out at his assailants, briefly knocking himself free from their clutches and allowing him a moment to grab his... (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Water")[(set: $water to "druids")(goto: "Succeed druids")]] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=8)[(goto: "Fail druids")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed druids")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail druids")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed druids")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail druids")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed druids")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail druids")]] ]\ (elseif: $cautious is 1)[Staying low to the ground and ducking behind the stone ruins, Caleb quickly but quietly tiptoed around the edge of the tower. 'Ugh... ungh... aaaah...' The druids groaned and ejaculated obliviously, lost in their own world of religio-sexual fervour, as the cunning young (print: $class) crept past them undetected. 'What was that?' Alerted by the sight of something in the corner of his eye, the High Priest broke out of his orgasmic reverie and spun round... but there was nothing there. Caleb snuck down the other side of the hill to rejoin the forest path again, following it to a junction where the three paths from the start of the trail converged into one and a sign pointed ahead: "TO THE BARREN GULLY" [[Proceed to Barren Gully]] ]

(if: $daring is 1)['Ugh... ungh... aaaah...' The druids groaned and ejaculated obliviously, lost in their own world of religio-sexual fervour, as the spry young (print: $class) decided to make a dash past them. He nimbly leapt over a broken stone jutting out of the ground near the ruined wall and ran for the other side of the hill. 'What was that?' Alerted by the sight of something in the corner of his eye, the High Priest broke out of his orgasmic reverie and spun round... but there was nothing there. Caleb quickly stumbled down the hill to rejoin the forest path again, following it to a junction where the three paths from the start of the trail converged into one and a sign pointed ahead: "TO THE BARREN GULLY" [[Proceed to Barren Gully]] ]\ (elseif: $cautious is 1)['Ugh... ungh... aaaah...' The druids groaned and ejaculated obliviously, lost in their own world of religio-sexual fervour, as the spry young (print: $class) decided to make a dash past them. But in his haste, he failed to notice the broken stone jutting out of the ground near the ruined wall and went tumbling right over it. 'What was that?' Alerted by the sight of something in the corner of his eye, the High Priest broke out of his orgasmic reverie and spun round... catching Caleb in the act. 'Hey! Wait! Let go of me!' yelled Caleb as the men pounced on him, grabbing him by the shoulders, yanking his arms behind his back, and marching him over to the jizz-soaked altar. 'Who art thou?' boomed the High Priest. Caleb was repulsed by the sight of all the druids around him with their hard, dripping cocks still out on display, disturbed in the middle of their ritual. 'SPEAK!' (if: $compliant is 1)['C-C-Caleb, sir.'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Fuck you!'] 'Insolent youth, disrupting our sacred ritual!' *Slap!* The man smacked Caleb across the face. Caleb(if: $compliant is 1)[ was stunned into silence as the other men held him tight with their semi-erect pricks pressed against him.](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ scowled at him and struggled wilfully in the other men's grasp as they held him tight with their semi-erect pricks pressed against him.] 'And yet this does present a rare opportunity for us to appease our master, while teaching you a lesson at the same time. Tie him down. We have a *new* tribute to offer Sadoch!' At the mere thought of being offered up as some kind of sexual sacrifice for a god of depravity, a jolt of adrenaline coursed through Caleb's body and he kicked out at his assailants, briefly knocking himself free from their clutches and allowing him a moment to grab his... (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Water")[(set: $water to "druids")(goto: "Succeed druids")]] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=8)[(goto: "Fail druids")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed druids")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail druids")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed druids")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail druids")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed druids")]] ] (if: $dagger is 1)[(link: "Use dagger")[(set: $dagger to "druids")(goto: "Fail druids")]] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail druids")]] ]

'Ugh... ungh... aaaah...' The druids groaned and ejaculated obliviously, lost in their own world of religio-sexual fervour, as the indecisive young (print: $class) sat there trying to make up his mind. But he waited too long. 'What's that?' Alerted by the sight of something in the corner of his eye, the High Priest broke out of his orgasmic reverie and spun round... catching Caleb in his sight. 'Hey! Wait! Let go of me!' yelled Caleb as the men pounced on him, grabbing him by the shoulders, yanking his arms behind his back, and marching him over to the jizz-soaked altar. 'Who art thou?' boomed the High Priest. Caleb was repulsed by the sight of all the druids around him with their hard, dripping cocks still out on display, disturbed in the middle of their ritual. 'SPEAK!' (if: $compliant is 1)['C-C-Caleb, sir.'](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Fuck you!'] 'Insolent youth, disrupting our sacred ritual!' *Slap!* The man smacked Caleb across the face. Caleb(if: $compliant is 1)[ was stunned into silence as the other men held him tight with their semi-erect pricks pressed against him.](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ scowled at him and struggled wilfully in the other men's grasp as they held him tight with their semi-erect pricks pressed against him.] 'And yet this does present a rare opportunity for us to appease our master, while teaching you a lesson at the same time. Tie him down. We have a *new* tribute to offer Sadoch!' At the mere thought of being offered up as some kind of sexual sacrifice for a god of depravity, a jolt of adrenaline coursed through Caleb's body and he kicked out at his assailants, briefly knocking himself free from their clutches and allowing him a moment to grab his... (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Water")[(set: $water to "druids")(goto: "Succeed druids")]] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=8)[(goto: "Fail druids")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed druids")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=7)[(goto: "Fail druids")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed druids")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail druids")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed druids")]] ] (if: $dagger is 1)[(link: "Use dagger")[(set: $dagger to "druids")(goto: "Fail druids")]] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail druids")]]

(if: $dagger is "druids")[Caleb pulled the ranger's dagger from his belt and thrust it at the druids. 'Stay back! I warn you!' But the men just laughed at him. The blade was so puny, and there were so many of them. As they grabbed him again, he managed to cut one of them... but 'twas but a scratch and the others knocked the dagger out of his hand.]\ (else:)[Caleb reached for his trusty amulet and - 'Stop him!' The druids leapt on him again, batting his hand away from the talisman around his neck just as he uselessly brushed a fingertip against it.] 'No!' Caleb was despondent as he was dragged kicking and thrashing to the altar. 'Spread him out! Tie him down!' commanded the High Priest. The frantically wriggling (print: $class) was powerless against the onslaught of hands all over him, pinning him down on his back and spreading him across the stone slab, tying his wrists and ankles with thick rope. (if: $compliant is 1)['Please, don't do this! I beg you, let me go!](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Get off me, you filthy perverts! I'm warning you, let me go!] Caleb tugged at his restraints, but he was stretched out taut. 'Strip him!' The druids pulled small sharp daggers from their robes and proceeded to slice and rip the clothes from Caleb's squirming body. They tugged his shoes off and peeled off his socks(if: $class is "twink")[, exposing his soft twink feet]. They tore away his shirt(if: $class is "twunk")[, exposing his lean, toned body](elseif: $class is "hunk")[, exposing his furry, beefy chest]. His breeches were cut off and finally his undershorts to expose his limp,(if: $cock is "uncut")[ uncut](elseif: $cock is "cut")[ cut] dick. He felt humiliated and afraid, and the stone altar - still damp with spunk - was cold and sticky against his bare(if: $skin is "light")[ white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ brown] skin. Then the High Priest began his incantation, muttering in some obscure forgotten language from the Yestertimes with his arms held aloft. The only word Caleb understood was *"Sadoch"*, repeated several times and sending a shiver down his spine. 'Now for his seed to summon the master,' finished the High Priest, who now approached the altar, took hold of Caleb's cock, and started to beat him off while the other men caressed and fondled his naked body to stimulate him. He was especially powerless to stop himself becoming erect when some of the druids(if: $class is "twink")[ tickled his sensitive feets and helped themselves to a nibble on his delicate toes while he snorted with unhappy laughter](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ pinched and rubbed his tender nipples, sensitive as they were, and then took turns sucking on the perky nubs](else:)[ groped his big heavy balls, tickling the sack and scritching their fingernails back and forth along his taint]. 'Ugh... ugh, ngh... no... please, stop... uggh... you can't... I won't... ungh, ungh, aaaah... nnngh...' His cock grew until it was standing to attention, rock hard in the High Priest's grip, pre-cum dribbling from the slit. 'Yesssss,' hissed the Priest, vigorously masturbating him. 'Give it to me. Give me your seed for lord Sadoch!' Caleb bucked his hips off the stone altar, thrusting involuntarily against the man's hand as he ejaculated a thick load. As it splatted onto the altar, a massive portal of swirling light appeared before them and out stepped Sadoch himself: a giant horned beast clad in spiked leather and brandishing a leather whip. The druids instantly ceased tormenting their captive (print: $class) and fell to their knees in deference. 'Lord Sadoch - I beseech thee, accept this virgin offering as a sign of our devotion and humility,' said the High Priest, his voice wavering with awe. Caleb lifted his head to see the demon god, sick with terror. *Gods, please, help me, protect me, save me from this hell monster!* But the Gods were silent - as was Sadoch. He simply snarled, shoved the High Priest aside, grabbed Caleb by the ankle and pulled him from the altar, snapping the ropes with one tug. 'No, no, NO! Stop, no! Don't let him take me, I don't want to go, noooo!' Caleb hysterically clawed at the ground, screaming, as Sadoch dragged him by the leg through the portal to... [[DEPRAVITY->Fate druids]]

(if: $water is "druids")[Caleb grabbed his vial of blessed water in this unholy place, popped out the cork and - 'Stop him!' The druids leapt on him again, knocking the vial from his hand. It smashed on the ground, and the water seeped into the soil.]\ (else:)[Caleb reached for his trusty amulet and - 'Stop him!' The druids leapt on him again, batting his hand away from the talisman around his neck just as he brushed a fingertip against it.] 'No!' Caleb was despondent as he was dragged kicking and thrashing to the altar. But just as the cultists were about to tie him down on the stone slab, the ground began to rumble and split apart. The men fell sideways and the plucky (print: $class) jumped to his feet and made a run for it. The druids gave chase but their feet sunk into the soft earth like quicksand. The High Priest tugged at his leg, but it was no use - he was stuck. He watched Caleb get away, and smirked to himself. *Let him go,* he thought. *I know what lies beyond the Barren Gully - he won't get far.* Safely out of the Lodge's reach, Caleb stumbled down the other side of the hill to rejoin the forest path again, following it to a junction where the three paths from the start of the trail converged into one and a sign pointed ahead: "TO THE BARREN GULLY" [[Proceed to Barren Gully]]

The name of the tavern was "The Feathers". The sign hanging from the post outside had a painted picture of four feathers on it. It was ostensibly a humble inn for weary travellers on the road - but with a back room that served as a brothel for noblemen with certain *urges*. After the ranger and her accomplices had sold Caleb to the tavern owner for a handsome sum, he found himself locked in a cramped cage in the basement alongside other captured young men and women, each of them stripped naked and bound in shackles with cleave gags tied around their mouths. All they could do was struggle frantically and whimper at each other in the gloom, waiting nervously to be selected and dragged off upstairs to service a gentleman of disrepute. "The Feathers" tavern catered especially for those with a particular kink for tickle torture.(if: $compliant is 1)[ *'Gods, no, please, I don't want this, just let me go!'* snivelled](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ *'Rrgh, no, fuck you! I don't want this, you have no right to treat me like this!'* growled] Caleb through his gag when it was his turn, as the pretty new tickle slave, to be hauled out of his cage and up to the back room where, sitting on a hard wooden bench, his feet were locked in a set of stocks, legs stretched out in front of him, and his arms were chained up over his head to expose his smooth armpits. 'Kcccchhhttttt... no! No, no, no, naahahahahaha, pleeeease! Heehehehehe, naah, nah... pffffftt... gaaahahahahaha, ssssstop!' squealed the twink once his gag was removed and several creepy men went to town on him; digging their scrabbling fingers deep into his pits, raking their fingernails up and down his flinching sides, and brushing ticklish feathers up and down the soles of his bare feets. 'Tickle, tickle, tickle!' The men had no regard for their victim. As far as they were concerned he was nothing but a sexual object to be tormented for their own depraved gratification. They tied his toes back, one-by-one, with string to ten metal eyelets screwed into the top of the stocks, pulling his piggies back and spreading them wide apart so the men could slide the feathers - and their slithery tongues - between them. 'Faahahahahahahaha, nugh! Guugh, pleeheheheheease, no! Not my feet, not my feeheheheheet!' Caleb had tears in his eyes as he shrieked with unhappy laughter. He desperately, instinctively, wanted to scrunch his toes to defend his feet from the ticklish onslaught, but it was physically impossible with the toe ties. And with his ankles locked firmly in the stocks there was no way he could yank his feet away, no matter how violently his tugged his legs against his restraints. 'My, such silky soft pits!' The chains above Caleb's head rattled as he pulled his arms against them, twitching and convulsing while fingers poked his pits and scribbled against his sides. The wispy hairs on his(if: $skin is "light")[ lily white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ chocolate brown] skin stood on end with each little prod and stroke, and he threw his head back and wailed for mercy. 'Mmm, nom nom nom...' The men took turns nibbling and sucking ravenously on his spread toes, lapping at his soft soles, which tickled him even more. He sobbed and snorted and shook his head wildly, slowly driven insane by all the inescapable ticklish sensations up and down his naked twink body. His lungs ached. He saw spots. He gasped for air between each tortured giggle. And he wasn't alone. Across the room was another lad, and beside him a girl, each similarly locked in stocks with their arms chained up, both screaming with laughter and crying in anguish as the lad's pits were tongue-fucked and the girl's feets were teasingly scritched with feathers. *Oh Gods, no... send help, please... don't let me languish in this awful place...* thought Caleb, every night when he was locked back in his underground cage with a bowl of water to sustain him till dawn. But the Gods were silent. This was his life now. (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

The name of the tavern was "The Spread Eagle". The sign hanging from the post outside had a painted picture of an eagle in flight on it. It was ostensibly a humble inn for weary travellers on the road - but with a back room that served as a brothel for noblemen with certain *urges*. After the ranger and her accomplices had sold Caleb to the tavern owner for a handsome sum, he found himself locked in a cramped cage in the basement alongside other captured young men and women, each of them stripped naked and bound in shackles with cleave gags tied around their mouths. All they could do was struggle frantically and whimper at each other in the gloom, waiting nervously to be selected and dragged off upstairs to service a gentleman of disrepute. "The Spread Eagle" tavern catered especially for those with a particular penchant for rape and ravishment.(if: $compliant is 1)[ *'Gods, no, please, I don't want this, just let me go!'* snivelled](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ *'Rrgh, no, fuck you! I don't want this, you have no right to treat me like this!'* growled] Caleb through his gag when it was his turn, as the new slab of meat, to be hauled out of his cage and up to the back room where he was tied face-down and spread-eagle on a bed of straw, his limbs pulled taut. 'Mmmmph, nggh! Unnngh, urrrrrgh, ngh, ngh, ngh!' he cried through his gag as several creepy men pawed at his bare ass and pulled his peachy cheeks apart to expose his tight virgin hole. He flinched and clenched as they jeered and poked around in his most intimate area, running their fingers along his crack and playfully jabbing at his puckering asshole. He cringed and a shiver ran along his spine when they took turns eating him out, their rough tongues slithering between his plump buttocks and swishing around his anus... *swish, swish, lick, lick...* 'Mmm, nom nom nom...' Each man devoured that juicy twunk butt, salivating hungrily as they buried their faces in it and greedily slurped him out, helping themselves to sharp little bites of his(if: $skin is "light")[ milky white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ chocolate brown] cheeks, which made him howl in pain and thrash against the thick rope tying his wrists and ankles down. Once the men had finished their delicious main course and Caleb's hole was slathered with spittle, they took turns plunging their fingers into him, sinking them deep inside him and slipping them in and out, slowly opening him up even as he clenched tighter and tighter. The tighter he clenched, the more agonising it was,(if: $compliant is 1)[ and he quickly learned it was easier to just relax and let them have their wicked fun](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ but he wasn't going to simply surrender to these perverts]. First, single fingers were inserted into him. Then a second finger was added. Then a third, then a fourth, each additional digit making him shriek into his gag and shake his head in a frenzy. *No, no, no! Stop!* Suitably loosened up against his will, the men then took turns fucking him. One after the other they mounted him, their large heavy bodies pressing down on his back as he squirmed like crazy and screwed his eyes shut as they forced themselves inside him. 'NRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHH!' The feeling of another man's cock being thrust in and out of his hole was pure torment for Caleb, who had only ever been interested in girls. Now he was being fucked by a man, balls slapping against his ass, hot breath on his neck, a fat dick vigorously pounding his prostate. 'Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh...' The man on top of him was like a rutting stag, regarding Caleb as nothing more than a warm hole to relieve his tension as he bucked his hips and drilled the strapping lad hard. He grunted and shot his load in Caleb's guts, and Caleb shuddered at the sensation of sticky spunk around his aching hole as the man pulled out. Then it was the next man's turn. And he wasn't alone. Across the room a girl was tied down spread-eagle on her back, squealing hysterically into a gag and wriggling against her rope restraints as a couple of men took turns licking her defenceless pussy, massaging it with probing fingers, and then fucking her roughly. *Oh Gods, no... send help, please... don't let me languish in this awful place...* thought Caleb, every night when he was locked back in his underground cage with a bowl of water to sustain him till dawn. But the Gods were silent. This was his life now. (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

The name of the tavern was "The Bull". The sign hanging from the post outside had a painted picture of a snorting bull on it. It was ostensibly a humble inn for weary travellers on the road - but with a back room that served as a brothel for noblemen with certain *urges*. After the ranger and her accomplices had sold Caleb to the tavern owner for a handsome sum, he found himself locked in a cramped cage in the basement alongside other captured young men and women, each of them stripped naked and bound in shackles with cleave gags tied around their mouths. All they could do was struggle frantically and whimper at each other in the gloom, waiting nervously to be selected and dragged off upstairs to service a gentleman of disrepute. "The Bull" tavern catered especially for those with a particular thirst for human milk.(if: $compliant is 1)[ *'Gods, no, please, I don't want this, just let me go!'* snivelled](elseif: $stubborn is 1)[ *'Rrgh, no, fuck you! I don't want this, you have no right to treat me like this!'* growled] Caleb through his gag when it was his turn, as the new slab of beef, to be hauled out of his cage and up to the back room where he was chained up by his wrists, his legs spread wide apart and ankles shackled to the floor, with his big floppy (print: $cock) dick on display. 'Grrrrrgh! Nugh, ngh! Mmmph, unngh!' he puffed through his gag, as one-by-one an assortment of creepy men arrived at the tavern to help themselves to a glass of his "milk". Each turned up in the back room with an empty flagon into which they proceeded to jerk the boy off, forcing him to give up his virile seed and fill their cups with creamy nut. 'Fuck yeah... get that fucker nice and hard...' Caleb's body was teased, tormented, and exploited from head to toe to stimulate him against his will. Soft lips wrapped around his meaty nipples to suck and chew on them. Long fluttery feathers were gently wafted under his ballsack, and back and forth across his twitching taint. Fingers were wetted and pushed betwixt his butt cheeks, wriggling into his clenched hole to probe and massage his prostate. And despite his thrashing and protesting, his cock responded. When it was semi-erect and jutting out, the lips slurped on the mushroom-shaped head, tongues dipping into the slit as he whined and tensed-up; the feathers were dragged up and down the shaft; and the fingers wrapped around it to masturbate him as each thirsty man held out his flagon expectantly. Being a horny young buck with balls fit to burst, Caleb was powerless in the face of such unwanted sexual attention. 'Ugh... ugh... ugh... ngh... ungh... ungh, ungh, ungh, HNGH...' He spurted a thick load into the first flagon. It was probably the biggest, creamiest load he'd ever shot - but it didn't stop there. The first man kept jerking him off, coaxing out one unwilling ejaculation after another, making sure to keep going until he'd filled his cup with warm milky seed. Caleb's heavy balls jiggled around as he squirmed like crazy against his shackles. He watched in disgust as the first man took a sip from his flagon and licked his lips with a satisfied slurp. 'Mmm, such exquisite milk. Succulent and wholesome!' Caleb cringed, but already the next man was lining up to jerk him off and harvest his cream. He wilfully tried to resist with all his strength, but his big hunky muscles were useless to stop his body from betraying him, surrendering all his loads as he was milked like a cow. And he wasn't alone. Across the room a girl was chained down on all-fours, weeping and moaning hysterically into her gag while a couple of men milked her tits into their own flagons, squeezing each squirt from her nipples like a pair of udders, ordering her to keep "mooing", and supping her fresh milk with delight as she quivered on her hands and knees. *Oh Gods, no... send help, please... don't let me languish in this awful place...* thought Caleb, every night when he was locked back in his underground cage with a bowl of water to sustain him till dawn. But the Gods were silent. This was his life now. (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

(if: $water is "ranger")[As the two burly men lunged at him, Caleb quickly grabbed the vial of water from his pocket, pulled out the stopper, and swigged the liquid.]\ (else:)[As the two burly men lunged at him, Caleb quickly grabbed the amulet around his neck and rubbed it.] *BOOMFF!* The men bounced off a large protective bubble that suddenly appeared around Caleb, throwing them down on their backs. 'Idiots!' cried Rhiannon, running forwards, blade drawn - only to be flung backwards by the bubble herself. Taking his chance before the magic wore off, Caleb ran for the path towards Hild's Foss. One of the men jumped up, ready to give chase, but Rhiannon stopped him. 'No - forget it, let him go. We don't venture beyond the gully. You know that.' (link: "Beyond the gully")[(goto: (either: "Herdsmans Territory", "Lair of the Fearmonger"))]

As the two burly men lunged at him, Caleb quickly grabbed the amulet around his neck and rubbed it. Nothing happened - except that Rhiannon's accomplices managed to wrestle him to the forest floor. 'No, wait! Get off me!' He clawed at the ground, his(if: $class is "twink")[ lithe](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ athletic](else:)[ muscular] body wriggling underneath the men as they pulled his arms behind him and hogtied his wrists and ankles together. 'Quit yer squirmin', meat!' 'Rawr, got a feisty one here, Rhi!' 'Oh yes,' said Rhiannon, stroking Caleb's (print: $hair) hair as he scowled up at her. 'And I know just the place for a lad like this...' (if: $class is "twink")[ [[Caleb's fate->The Feathers]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[ [[Caleb's fate->The Spread Eagle]] ]\ (else:)[ [[Caleb's fate->The Bull]] ]

(set: $elixir to 1)'Yesss,' hissed the alchemist, positively salivating at the sight of the horned-up young (print: $class) vigorously masturbating into the jug. 'Give it to me. Give me your essence...' Holy fuck, what had that elixir done to him? No matter how much Caleb jerked-off, his horniness never diminished. *Just keep cumming, it'll wear off soon,* he told himself. *Unh, just need to cum. One more load. Just one more.* Surely if he nutted enough times this overwhelming sexual arousal would begin to abate? But he didn't stop nutting - thanks to the magic of the elixir he just kept spurting load after load, as if his balls could churn the stuff out non-stop without a single refractory period. *Just... one... more... load...* 'Oops, careful! We don't want to waste any of that precious essence now, do we?' said the old man, rushing over. Caleb looked down and suddenly realised the jug was full to the brim, his seed spilling over onto the floor as he continued to jerk 'n' spurt regardless. He was shocked; how could he have produced such a vast quantity of semen?! And *still* he felt horny as fuck, his balls aching, cock throbbing, sweat trickling down his (if: $skin is "light")[ pale naked](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ naked brown] legs, desperate to nut, nut, nut his sex-addled brains out. The alchemist gave Caleb a fresh jug to fill while he decanted the first into bottles already labelled "Essence of Youth". 'Yes, this should make for a fine potion or two. At last, everlasting youth is within my grasp!' 'Uuuuuh... aaaaaah... ugggggh...' Caleb didn't hear the man. He was too lost in his own horny little world, mindlessly masturbating in the increasingly futile hope of relieving his endless sexual arousal. His hand slopped, wet with spunk, as it rapidly rubbed up and down his bulging shaft, jerking out another thick load, and another, and another, and another. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew this was wrong. It was unnatural to feel this horny, to cum this much... and the longer he stood here willingly donating his seed to the old man, the harder it would be to leave and continue on with the rite. But at the same time... Gods, it felt so good. It felt so good to forget all his cares, all his worries and responsibilities, and just nut. When eventually the effects of the elixir *did* wear off, and his horniness subsided, and the second jug had been filled, the alchemist thanked Caleb for his service and offered him the promised Potion of Transparency. But Caleb was no longer interested in that. He twitched and trembled. The comedown from his sexual delirium was intolerable. 'I need more of that elixir, please. I... I never felt so good in my entire life.' 'Hm, well, I suppose I could spare one bottle. But I'll warn you, this stuff can be highly addictive if you're not used to it. Best not to touch another drop for a few days at least.' Buckling his breeches, Caleb absent-mindedly promised to wait before drinking any more. With a bashful nod, he finally took his leave of the alchemist's shack and returned to the forest path with a small bottle of Elixir of Arousal tied to his belt. [[He continued along the path]] (if: $fiend is 1)[ [[Rescue lad from foot fiends]] ]

With his head still reeling from the marathon wank session, Caleb staggered on through the forest. He followed the path until eventually reaching a junction where the three paths from the start of the Thrallwood converged into one and a sign pointed ahead: "TO THE BARREN GULLY" [[Proceed to Barren Gully]] [[Drink elixir]]

UGH, oh Gods, FUCK, he couldn't take it ANY LONGER! He NEEDED a taste of that heady sexual rush, just a quickie; surely one little droplet of the elixir wouldn't hurt? Checking around to make sure the coast was clear, Caleb nestled himself down in the undergrowth with his back resting against a tree. Shaking, he untied the bottle of Elixir of Arousal from his belt, uncorked it, licked his lips, and sipped a single drop. Once again, a delirious wave of sexual pleasure washed over him and his cock sprang to life almost instantaneously. He unbuckled his belt, hastily pushed his breeches and undershorts down to his knees, and spread his legs. His cock stood erect and eager and he took hold of it and started masturbating in the cool shade of the woods. 'Ugggh... yeah...' The randy (print: $class) tilted his head back against the tree and closed his eyes as he ejaculated his first load. The big creamy splurge landed with a sticky splat on his abdomen. He continued to jerk off. He shot another few loads in quick succession, spilling his seed all around him, spurts of jizz erupting from his slit. Oh Gods, oh Gods, it felt too good to resist... he *needed* to keep jacking his dick; there was no question of stopping. Slowly his mind started to snap. All he could think about was cumming. It was all that mattered to him now. Memories began to fade; he forgot about his home at Glowermoor with his aunt and uncle, he forgot about the stuffy old Patricians and the rite, he forgot where he was and what he was doing, he forgot his hopes and dreams, and after a time he even forgot his name. And every time he began to feel the effects of the elixir waning, he reached for another sip, and another. Soon the horny boy was too far gone to realise he was turning into a member of that infamous zombie tribe - he was becoming a Gooner. *Everything melted away. Nothing mattered. His eyes glazed over. His mouth fell agape, drool trickling down his chin. He would lay here in the Thrallwood forever, stroking himself silly and nutting his brains out. Who needed brains anyway? "Thought" was nothing but an inconvenient distraction. Far better to give in to primal urges, to surrender to the body's will and simply be as nature intended; a rutting animal, mindlessly humping his own fist and relishing the exquisite highs of pure sexual bliss...* (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

As he started off along the path, Caleb had a vague recollection of something he needed to return to, but his memory was hazy after his prolonged wanking session. *There was someone... somewhere... who needed... something...* Caleb strained to remember, but now all he could think about was the sheer joy of jacking-off. Whatever it was, it couldn't have been important. He shrugged it off and continued on his way. [[He continued along the path]] [[Drink elixir]]

(if: $struggle is 1)[Caleb tugged and thrashed wildly against his restraints, but there was no escape.](elseif: $shout is 1)['MMMMMMMPPPHHHH!' cried Caleb, but there was no one around to hear him.] His body was still tingling from the effects of the elixir; his cock still sticking out straight, irrepressibly rigid and throbbing. A short while later he heard footsteps approaching... but he was dismayed when the alchemist entered, dragging the courier from the cave in by his arms. He was unconscious; evidently the old man had used some toxin or enchantment to subdue him. Caleb felt bad at having betrayed the lad, but also relieved that the alchemist would now let him go. 'Well, well, I guess you weren't lying after all,' said the alchemist, gasping for breath. 'You might just have earned your freedom, for I cannot possibly keep *both* of you.' Might? *Might?* 'Naturally, the best course of action would be to determine which of you is the most productive before I decide who to release.' (if: $compliant is 1)['Hnnngh?!' Caleb stared at the old guy in distress.](elseif: $stubborn is 1)['Nnnngh!' Caleb growled at the old guy in a rage.] They were both just ordinary young men; surely they'd both "produce" (ugh) the same amount? *Oh Gods, don't tell me I betrayed this poor soul for nothing!* He watched helplessly as the alchemist sipped from a potion of strength in order to haul his new captive into shackles against the wall alongside Caleb. Yet again Caleb was powerless to save the other boy, who blissfully slumbered as he was spread out, gagged, and stripped naked. Once he was in place, the old man wafted a vial of smelling salts under his nose to rouse him. He awoke to the shock discovery that he was no longer entombed inside the foot fiend cave, but was now chained up in a shack in the woods. *Out of the frying pan...* 'Now then,' said the alchemist, 'let's conduct a little test, shall we?' Both boys looked across at each other in alarm; Caleb looking apologetic, the courier looking flat-out confused. The alchemist removed the other quivering young man's gag. 'Please, I don't understand... I don't know what's going on here, but I want no part of it! I just want to get out of the forest, please, pleeeggghh...' The fearful courier choked and gurgled as the old man forced him to swallow some of the elixir then hastily replaced the gag. Caleb, still distracted by his own unwilling creeping horniness, couldn't help but stare at the other lad's spontaneously rising erection, which weirdly made him feel somewhat *more* aroused himself. Then it was time for the "test" to begin... [[The Great Ticklish Bate Off]]

With both captives fully erect and horned-up against their will on the strange elixir, the old alchemist placed a stool between each boy's spread legs and a large bowl upon each stool, positioned directly below their aching hard-ons. Then, standing before them with both of their writhing bodies within reach, he proceeded to gently tickle their dangling balls: one hand under Caleb's nuts, the other under the young courier's. 'There we go... just relax, boys... surrender to the desires of the flesh...' The alchemist's fingertips scurried and twitched against their soft sacks, and both boys moaned and tensed their muscles, defiantly trying to resist the inevitable. Caleb clenched his fists, puffing stoically through his nose; all he had to do was control himself long enough that his "rival" would start cumming first. But the elixir dulled his senses, weakened his resolve, made his body feel *sooo good*... even though, no... NO!... it was *so wrong!* *Don't close your eyes, Caleb... don't give in... fight it, fight...* 'Uggh... uuugh... ngh, ngh... uuuuh, aaah... nuuugh... hnngh, ungh, ungh, ungh, UNGH...' (if: $class is "hunk")[Unfortunately for Caleb, being the big beefy hunk that he was, his heavy balls were already fit to burst. It didn't take much for him to spurt a thick load of creamy "essence" into his bowl. The alchemist licked his lips. 'Hoho! Look at this! Such manly essence, so rich in virility. Don't stop now, young man. I need more. So much more.' His nimble fingers scritched and twitched against the boys' taints, and now it was the courier's turn to ejaculate into his bowl. 'Nnnggghfff... unnnh... aaaannngh...' The courier groaned and shot several loads in quick succession. But Caleb was already spurting again - and again, and again, and again. He just couldn't stop the flow of cum. As a hunky young man he was naturally "productive" anyway, but under the magical influence of the elixir he was even more so. 'Grrrrgh... unngh... ngh...' Caleb winced in frustration, his whole body tingling with forced arousal as he felt spurt after spurt like his cock was an automatic semen dispenser. He looked down in dismay at the bowl, almost full to the brim. The courier's bowl, meanwhile, was barely a quarter full. 'Looks like we've found our best source of life essence,' said the alchemist with a grin. He ceased teasing his captives' nuts, although with the ultra-potent elixir still in their systems they could not help but continue to leak drip-drip-drips of cum into their bowls, even *without* external stimulation. He dipped a finger into the bowl of Caleb's gloopy white fluid. 'Yes... with this seed I should be able to create the ultimate Potion of Everlasting Youth. You're going to make me rich and famous, boy!' Caleb was forced to watch as the old man freed the courier and handed him back his clothes. The courier was a shivering, traumatised wreck after his ordeal with the fiends and now this. He quickly dressed himself without a word, unable to look back at Caleb all spread out, panting and dripping blobs of spunk from the tip of his (print: cock) cock. 'Here, you may as well take this.' The alchemist handed the courier Caleb's amulet to help him get out of the forest. The courier nodded gratefully and went on his way, leaving Caleb at the mercy of the deviant old man. 'Now,' he said, grabbing the bottle of Elixir of Arousal again. 'Let's see how much essence you can produce if you finish off the whole bottle...' [[Caleb's fate->Fate alchemist]] ]\ (else:)[Fortunately for Caleb, the courier - perhaps already weakened from his prolonged foot rape in the cave - couldn't stand the nut tickling much longer and quickly spurted a thick load of creamy "essence" into his bowl. The alchemist licked his lips. 'Hoho! Look at this! Such manly essence, so rich in virility. Don't stop now, young man. I need more. So much more.' His nimble fingers scritched and twitched against the boys' taints, and now it was Caleb's turn to ejaculate into his bowl. 'Grrrrgh... unngh... ngh...' Caleb winced in frustration, his whole body tingling with forced arousal as he felt spurt after spurt like his cock was an automatic semen dispenser. He looked down in dismay at the bowl, almost a quarter full already. Thankfully, meanwhile, the courier's bowl was nearly full to the brim. 'Looks like we've found our best source of life essence,' said the alchemist with a grin. He ceased teasing his captives' nuts, although with the ultra-potent elixir still in their systems they could not help but continue to leak drip-drip-drips of cum into their bowls, even *without* external stimulation. Caleb breathed a sigh of relief as the old man freed him and handed him back his clothes. He was a shivering, traumatised wreck, and glared at his abuser with a scowl as he got dressed. He couldn't bring himself to look back at the courier, all spread out, panting and dripping blobs of spunk from the tip of his cock. 'Thank you for your... assistance,' said the alchemist. Caleb would have punched him right there were it not for the fact he still felt paralysed with horniness. Instead, all he could do was limp out of the shack and return to the forest path with the sounds of the groaning, grunting courier far behind him. He followed the path until eventually reaching a junction where the three paths from the start of the Thrallwood converged into one and a sign pointed ahead: "TO THE BARREN GULLY" [[Proceed to Barren Gully]] ]

(if: $route is "left")[Caleb followed the left path](elseif: $route is "right")[Caleb followed the right path] into an enclosed clearing with no obvious way forwards. As he turned back, the trees behind him closed up, their boughs knitting together to form a barrier preventing him from retreating along the pathway. He was trapped. Suddenly, something reached down from the canopy above and grabbed him. It was some kind of slippery tentacle. It quickly coiled around his wrist. 'Hunh? No! Lemme go!' cried Caleb, instinctively pulling away as a second tendril descended from the trees to wrap around his other wrist. He fought like crazy while even more tentacles emerged - from the treetops, from the leafy ground, from the scrub, from the shadows... they were everywhere. Thick, slimy, wormy tentacles grabbing at him, tightly furling around his limbs to restrain him and tugging insistently at his clothes. He felt one of them slip under his shirt and begin to probe his belly button, as several others used their suckers and dexterous tips to remove his shoes and socks, and slowly pull his breeches down. The more he struggled, the tighter the tentacles grasped him in their snakelike clutches. They began to molest his body as each item of clothing was meticulously pulled off: tickling the soles of his feet, caressing his soft thighs, lifting his shirt up and sliding his underwear down... [[Caleb's fate->Fate fearmonger]]

Caleb was overcome with terror as the tentacles raped every orifice - one fat appendage stuffed itself into his anus, penetrating his hole no matter how tightly he clenched, stretching him out and make him squeal with pain. He could feel the tip squiggling around in his guts, tickling his prostate, which made him feel queasily aroused. As his cock grew against his will, spindly little tendrils(if: $cock is "uncut")[ slithered beneath his foreskin and peeled it back, exposing the head so they could burrow into his slit](elseif: $cock is "cut")[ grasped the bulging head and burrowed into his slit]. 'Aaaaaaah, fuck, naaaah... uuugh... oh Gods, no...' gasped the young (print: $class), pulled around by the tentacles like a rag doll. As they violated his asshole and his peehole simultaneously, another thick tentacle invaded his screaming mouth. 'Urrrgh, guggh... rrrgggh...' Caleb gurgled and spluttered as the tentacle fucked his throat, sliding in and out, forcing his jaw uncomfortably wide open. His torso was constricted by several large tentacles which wrapped around him and laid their suckers across his chest to shlurp and suck on his supple nipples(if: $class is "twunk")[, which, being so sensitive, made his dick throb even more, despite his obvious distress]. Little tendrils coiled around each of his toes and slid back and forth between them(if: $class is "twink")[ which, being so ticklish, made him snort with panicked laughter into the fat tentacle filling his throat]. Wriggly tips fluttered against his taint and ballsack, which made him groan with disgusted pleasure and finally shoot his load for the tendrils worming their way along his urethra to sup on.(if: $class is "hunk")[ (And being a beefy, horny hunk, he didn't stop there - he shot another uncontrollable load, and another, and another, much to his humiliation.] With his now naked body entombed within a writhing mass of tentacles, the ground rumbled, trees were knocked aside, and the earth was wrenched apart as up rose a gigantic behemoth. The tentacle beast itself. Caleb stared in alarm at the fearsome creature through the gap in the tentacles covering his face, still choking on the one pounding his throat. An enormous gaping mouth opened up before him, full of gnashing teeth. 'AAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!' The behemoth pulled Caleb into its mouth with its tentacles, while still fucking him from both ends and sucking up the cum fresh from inside his cock, and a huge slimy tongue emerged to lick his delectable(if: $skin is "light")[ milky white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ chocolate brown] skin from head to toe, before popping him between its massive lips to suck him like a lollipop. And as Caleb thrashed and shrieked with fear inside the warm wet mouth, with tentacles poking around inside his guts, he failed to realise that the Fearmonger had plunged him into an imaginary world stolen directly from his recent dreams; a terrible, frightening nightmare realm from which he could not escape. And the Fearmonger was thriving. (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

Caleb didn't know it, but the Herdsman had put a parasitic worm in his ass. Colloquially known as a "winsome worm", they were sometimes used in certain cultures as an aphrodisiac. The harmless worms would burrow deep into a man's ass and make themselves at home at the base of the prostate gland, which they would unwittingly stimulate with their constant wiggling. A worm could live below a man's prostate for several months at a time - and now one was writhing about next to Caleb's. 'Nnnnngh! Ngh, ngh, unngh! UGGGH!' *Gods, no, please! Take it out, take it out! I don't want this, I don't... ugggh... fuuuck... oh no, no, what's happening to me? NOOO!* All his whining and struggling was futile as his cock steadily grew. The sight of the naked girls across the barn being milked didn't exactly help. Caleb tried to fight, tried to resist with every ounce of strength, but his nubile body was too weak and susceptible. And when his cock was just semi-erect the Herdsman hooked him up, slipping the weirdly mechanical pump onto it. The pump finished the job of coaxing an erection out of the thrashing (print: $class) as it began sucking him off, aggressively masturbating him,(if: $cock is "uncut")[ rubbing the foreskin back and forth across the pre-soaked head](elseif: $cock is "cut")[ rubbing back and forth against the ridge of his pre-soaked head]. With the boy securely chained down and hooked up, the Herdsman turned his attention to the rest of the unhappy herd, leaving Caleb to get repeatedly pumped of his nut milk as though he were livestock. Caleb ground his teeth against the ball-gag, his eyes scrunched shut, balls bouncing as he shook his ass with the squiggly worm tickling his prostate. *Schlp, schlp, schlp, schlp,* went the pump, slurping noisily on the lad's "udder". And below him, the metal pail, empty and waiting for his loads. It didn't have to wait for long. 'UNNGH... NGH, NGH, NGH! UGGH... UGH, UGH, UGH, MMMPPH... NNNGH... HNNNGH... UNGH, UNGH, UNGH!' Caleb's dick spurted a thick load of creamy white sauce into the pump, which was deposited with a metallic *splosh* into the bucket. He shot another load. *Splosh.* And another. 'UNNGH...' *Splosh.* Oh Gods, when would it stop? Just how many loads would he be expected to give up? There was only so many times he could cum, after all! Regardless, the pump kept pumping. Caleb was reduced to a dumb animal now, with no rights and no purpose in life other than producing "fresh milk" all day long, every single day. Just one of the herd. He was pumped until his balls were dry and his cock was red raw and every orgasm made him shriek in agony. No matter - he would continue spurting again eventually. And when the pail was full, he would finally be allowed some respite - dragged from his stall by the unspeaking Herdsman to be shackled up in a little cage, still with a raging hard-on from the worm writhing about in his guts, and left to sob pitifully as he waited anxiously for his next milking.(if: $class is "hunk")[ Unfortunately, being a big dumb bull of a hunky stud, Caleb's milkings would be more frequent and prolonged than many of his fellow cattle, given that his heavy nuts were constantly producing the thickest, creamiest nut imaginable, and he had the stamina to keep cumming for hours upon hours at a time - much to his distress. For this reason he became a particular favourite of the Herdsman, who would often take to chaining him up by his wrists with his legs spread wide to be hand-milked while all the other shuddering guys and girls watched and thanked the Gods *they* weren't so productive.] (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

(if: $choice is "water")[He quickly reached for his vial of water, but in his fumbling panic he dropped it to the ground.](elseif: $choice is "amulet")[He rubbed the enchanted amulet hanging around his neck... but nothing happened.] 'Hunh? No! Lemme go!' cried Caleb, instinctively pulling away as a second tendril descended from the trees to wrap around his other wrist. He fought like crazy while even more tentacles emerged - from the treetops, from the leafy ground, from the scrub, from the shadows... they were everywhere. Thick, slimy, wormy tentacles grabbing at him, tightly furling around his limbs to restrain him and tugging insistently at his clothes. He felt one of them slip under his shirt and begin to probe his belly button, as several others used their suckers and dexterous tips to remove his shoes and socks, and slowly pull his breeches down. The more he struggled, the tighter the tentacles grasped him in their snakelike clutches. They began to molest his body as each item of clothing was meticulously pulled off: tickling the soles of his feet, caressing his soft thighs, lifting his shirt up and sliding his underwear down... [[...and then...->Prologue 4]]

'Where were you heading?' Caleb asked the courier. 'I have a letter to deliver to Patrician Harold at Glowermoor. Luckily I kept it safe in my breast pocket, somewhere those impish devils weren't interested in.' 'You're not going to continue your journey, surely?' 'If I want to get paid, then I have no choice. My master expects a reply from Harold.' Caleb considered the lad's predicament. He would struggle to escape the forest alone, for sure. Then again, Caleb had done his part; he had rescued the courier from the cave. Perhaps it was no longer his responsibility. [[Come with me]] [[Farewell and good luck]]

'Why don't you accompany me?' Caleb suggested. 'To Glowermoor?' 'I have to complete my Burgeoning rite first, but will return to Glowermoor afterwards. I really think it would be safer if you joined me - for both of us.' 'Thanks, but no. I appreciate your offer, truly, but would rather part ways than follow you deeper into the forest. I've had quite enough of this creepy place.' Caleb felt bad letting the courier leave on his own, unaided. He *could* let the boy take his sacred amulet,(if: $water is 1)[ but then that would leave him with only his blessed water for the rest of the trial](else:)[ but, with his water gone also, that would leave him defenceless for the rest of the trial]... [[Farewell and good luck]] [[Give amulet]]

'Well then, I wish you good luck and bid you farewell,' said Caleb with a nod. He felt a little uneasy at leaving the courier to fend for himself, but he still had the Rite of Thrallwood to complete. 'Many thanks again,' said the courier. 'What is your name, by the way?' Caleb told him. 'I won't forget it. When I get home I'll make sure to tell my master of your selfless deed, so that he might send a token of appreciation to your family in Glowermoor. I sincerely hope you make it back safely yourself.' With that, the two young men parted ways - the courier setting off towards Glowermoor, Caleb following the forest path in the opposite direction. He felt bad at not being able to help the other lad, but now he had to focus his attention back on his own trial. He followed the path until eventually reaching a junction where the three paths from the start of the Thrallwood converged into one and a sign pointed ahead: "TO THE BARREN GULLY" [[Proceed to Barren Gully]]

(set: $charity to 1)Being naturally generous of spirit, Caleb impulsively decided to offer the courier his amulet. 'Here, you should take this. It will help you if you get into any more trouble.' 'No, but... I can't. What about you?' (if: $water is 1)['Don't worry, I still have some blessed water for protection. I won't be totally defenceless.](else:)['Don't worry about me. Growing up, I heard plenty of stories of the dangers of this place. Perhaps that will prepare me for what's to come. You, however, have no idea what to expect.] Please, I insist. Take it.' He put the amulet in the courier's hands and the courier gratefully hung it around his neck. 'Many thanks. What is your name, by the way?' Caleb told him. 'I won't forget it. When I get home I'll make sure to tell my master of your selfless deed, so that he might send a token of appreciation to your family in Glowermoor. I sincerely hope you make it back safely yourself.' With that, the two young men parted ways - the courier setting off towards Glowermoor, Caleb following the forest path in the opposite direction. He felt glad he was able to help the other lad, but now he had to focus his attention back on his own trial. Without his amulet, it wouldn't be easy. He followed the path until eventually reaching a junction where the three paths from the start of the Thrallwood converged into one and a sign pointed ahead: "TO THE BARREN GULLY" [[Proceed to Barren Gully]]

As Caleb made his way along the dirt trail that weaved between the nest of tall dead trees, something made him stop dead in his tracks: the sound of heavy, thudding footsteps. He looked around, his heart beating rapidly, but saw nothing. Was it just his imagination? No, there it was again; *thud-thud-thud*, the stomping of some giant predator coming for him, each hulking step growing louder as it drew nearer, but still unseen. Caleb ran. He just had to make it to Hild's Foss before the *thing*, whatever it was, caught up with him. But now the thunderous footfalls became quicker too, and louder, *THUD-THUD-THUD*, right behind him, relentlessly hunting him down. *Oh Gods, oh Gods protect me...* Caleb clutched at his amulet, running faster, panting rapidly, with beads of sweat trickling down his face. *THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD* It grabbed him around the waist from behind. He turned his head and looked up in horror at the beast which had him in its clutches. *Gods, no...* He remembered a musty old tome of folk tales on his uncle's shelf, with painted pictures of legendary monsters from the yestertimes. One of them had the sturdy body of an imposing muscular man and the head of a bull with a large pair of crooked horns. It was known as the (link-reveal: "Herdsman")[ *(mythological)*]. And now the Caleb was staring up at the very same monster in the flesh. It was nearly ten feet tall and looked down at him with large black eyes as he wriggled frantically in its grasp. The Herdsman bared its animal teeth and snorted, and Caleb's arms and legs flailed wildly.(if: $water is 1)[ Without his amulet to protect him, he could only use his blessed water.](else:)[ With no amulet or water left to protect him, he was doomed.] (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Use water")[(set: $water to "herdsman")(goto: "Succeed herdsman")]](else:)[ [[DOOMED->Fail herdsman]] ] (if: $sadist is 1 and $water is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail herdsman")]]

[[Truth]] [[Lie]] (set: $counter to 5) You have |amount>[$counter] seconds to decide. (live: 1s)[ (set: $counter to it - 1) (if: $counter is 0)[(go-to: (either: "Truth", "Lie"))] (replace: ?amount)[$counter] ]

(if: $cautious is 1)['Yes,' replied Caleb. 'Your honesty is admirable.' The figure waved a hand and the waterfall parted to reveal Jonah, the missing lad who had been the last to take on the Rite of Thrallwood, spread out naked and pinned by some invisible force against the bare rock hidden behind the foss. He was unable to move a muscle, barely able to wiggle his fingers and toes. His face was a picture of pure anguish: his eyes scrunched shut as he panted laboriously through his nose, gritting his teeth. His cock was as hard as the rock against his back, jutting straight up in the air, veins throbbing, head bulging, but bone dry. 'I am the Edge Lord,' said the grey giant. 'It is I who keep the magic of this place alive, by harnessing the psychic energy of pent-up youth. By keeping an ensnared human on the very edge of orgasmic relief, I can channel that sexual energy into every corner of the Thrallwood and ensure the magic never diminishes. This young man has been nourishing my domain for weeks. Without him, everything you see around you would begin to wither and die. He was selfless; he agreed to take the place of the one who came - or rather, *didn't* - before him, in order to protect this innocent woodland which has been tainted by human interference for too many years. Some would consider it poetic justice.' Now Caleb could hear poor Jonah's whimpers and groans as he was somehow magically "edged" to keep him hard and desperate to cum, but with no chance of sweet release. 'Gods, no...' Caleb whispered to himself, his gaze morbidly fixed on the shuddering lad stretched spread-eagle across the rock. 'Yes,' said the Edge Lord. 'And now it is time for you to decide your own fate. Will you take the place of this other for the good of the Thrallwood, which has been much abused by your kind? Will you perhaps try to rescue him? Or are you indeed only interested in that which you came here for - the quartz?' (if: $stubborn is 1)[ [[Caleb's fate->Ending one]] ]\ (elseif: $compliant is 1)[ [[Caleb's fate->Ending three]] ]]\ (elseif: $daring is 1)['Yes,' replied Caleb. 'You would dare admit such a thing? Arrogant youth!' The figure waved a hand and the waterfall parted to reveal Jonah, the missing lad who had been the last to take on the Rite of Thrallwood, spread out naked and pinned by some invisible force against the bare rock hidden behind the foss. He was unable to move a muscle, barely able to wiggle his fingers and toes. His face was a picture of pure anguish: his eyes scrunched shut as he panted laboriously through his nose, gritting his teeth. His cock was as hard as the rock against his back, jutting straight up in the air, veins throbbing, head bulging, but bone dry. 'I am the Edge Lord,' said the grey giant. 'It is I who keep the magic of this place alive, by harnessing the psychic energy of pent-up youth. By keeping an ensnared human on the very edge of orgasmic relief, I can channel that sexual energy into every corner of the Thrallwood and ensure the magic never diminishes. This young man has been nourishing my domain for weeks. Without him, everything you see around you would begin to wither and die. He was selfless; he agreed to take the place of the one who came - or rather, *didn't* - before him, in order to protect this innocent woodland which has been tainted by human interference for too many years. Some would consider it poetic justice.' Now Caleb could hear poor Jonah's tortured whimpers and groans as he was magically "edged" to keep him hard and desperate to cum, but with no chance of sweet release. 'Gods, no...' Caleb whispered to himself, his gaze morbidly fixed on the shuddering lad stretched spread-eagle across the rock. 'Yes,' said the Edge Lord. 'And now, as punishment for your wilful hubris, YOU will take his place.' [[Caleb's fate->Fail edge lord]] ]

(if: $cautious is 1)['No,' replied Caleb. 'LIAR.' The figure waved a hand and the waterfall parted to reveal Jonah, the missing lad who had been the last to take on the Rite of Thrallwood, spread out naked and pinned by some invisible force against the bare rock hidden behind the foss. He was unable to move a muscle, barely able to wiggle his fingers and toes. His face was a picture of pure anguish: his eyes scrunched shut as he panted laboriously through his nose, gritting his teeth. His cock was as hard as the rock against his back, jutting straight up in the air, veins throbbing, head bulging, but bone dry. 'I am the Edge Lord,' said the grey giant. 'It is I who keep the magic of this place alive, by harnessing the psychic energy of pent-up youth. By keeping an ensnared human on the very edge of orgasmic relief, I can channel that sexual energy into every corner of the Thrallwood and ensure the magic never diminishes. This young man has been nourishing my domain for weeks. Without him, everything you see around you would begin to wither and die. He was selfless; he agreed to take the place of the one who came - or rather, *didn't* - before him, in order to protect this innocent woodland which has been tainted by human interference for too many years. Some would consider it poetic justice.' Now Caleb could hear poor Jonah's whimpers and groans as he was somehow magically "edged" to keep him hard and desperate to cum, but with no chance of sweet release. 'Gods, no...' Caleb whispered to himself, his gaze morbidly fixed on the shuddering lad stretched spread-eagle across the rock. 'Yes,' said the Edge Lord. 'And now, as punishment for your spineless deceit, YOU will take his place.' [[Caleb's fate->Fail edge lord]] ]\ (elseif: $daring is 1)['No,' replied Caleb. 'You would dare lie to me? I am... impressed.' The figure waved a hand and the waterfall parted to reveal Jonah, the missing lad who had been the last to take on the Rite of Thrallwood, spread out naked and pinned by some invisible force against the bare rock hidden behind the foss. He was unable to move a muscle, barely able to wiggle his fingers and toes. His face was a picture of pure anguish: his eyes scrunched shut as he panted laboriously through his nose, gritting his teeth. His cock was as hard as the rock against his back, jutting straight up in the air, veins throbbing, head bulging, but bone dry. 'I am the Edge Lord,' said the grey giant. 'It is I who keep the magic of this place alive, by harnessing the psychic energy of pent-up youth. By keeping an ensnared human on the very edge of orgasmic relief, I can channel that sexual energy into every corner of the Thrallwood and ensure the magic never diminishes. This young man has been nourishing my domain for weeks. Without him, everything you see around you would begin to wither and die. He was selfless; he agreed to take the place of the one who came - or rather, *didn't* - before him, in order to protect this innocent woodland which has been tainted by human interference for too many years. Some would consider it poetic justice.' Now Caleb could hear poor Jonah's whimpers and groans as he was somehow magically "edged" to keep him hard and desperate to cum, but with no chance of sweet release. 'Gods, no...' Caleb whispered to himself, his gaze morbidly fixed on the shuddering lad stretched spread-eagle across the rock. 'Yes,' said the Edge Lord. 'And now it is time for you to decide your own fate. Will you take the place of this other for the good of the Thrallwood, which has been much abused by your kind? Will you perhaps try to rescue him? Or are you indeed only interested in that which you came here for - the quartz?' (if: $stubborn is 1)[ [[Caleb's fate->Ending two]] ]\ (elseif: $compliant is 1)[ [[Caleb's fate->Ending four]] ]]

(if: $elixir is 1)[In the blink of an eye, Caleb found himself sprawled naked across the rock-face with the skeletal Edge Lord glaring at him from across the pool of water. He was pinned down by an invisible telekinetic force, his bare(if: $skin is "light")[ white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ brown] (print: $class)y body stretched taut, and his (print: $cock) cock jutting out semi-erect in front of him. There was no sign of Jonah. He was gone, spirited back to Glowermoor to be reunited with his family and tell the tale of how he had been freed by Caleb's hubris. It was the last miserable thought Caleb experienced before the Edge Lord psychically trapped him in a hopeless cycle of never-ending arousal and ruined orgasms. But wait. The Edge Lord had not reckoned on his prey having so recently consumed an Elixir of Arousal. The potency of the potion was too strong for even the Edge Lord to counter. 'What... what dark sorcery is this?' There was nothing the Edge Lord could do to stop Caleb from cumming. 'Uuuuugggh... oh yeah... oh fuck, aaaah... yes, yes, YES...' Caleb spurted and spurted and spurted and spurted, spraying his seed with giddy abandon, leaving the Edge Lord shaking with rage. 'NO!' cried the bony overlord. 'This is intolerable! You are useless to me. BEGONE!' He raised a skeletal arm, and Caleb felt the world shift around him. He fell from the rock with a splash into the pool, and the ground beneath him rumbled and suddenly crumbled away, leaving to him to sink precariously into the void... [[Finale->Finale five]] ]\ (else:)[In the blink of an eye, Caleb found himself sprawled naked across the rock-face with the skeletal Edge Lord glaring at him from across the pool of water. He was pinned down by an invisible telekinetic force, his bare(if: $skin is "light")[ white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ brown] (print: $class)y body stretched taut, and his (print: $cock) cock jutting out semi-erect in front of him. There was no sign of Jonah. He was gone, spirited back to Glowermoor to be reunited with his family and tell the tale of how he had been freed by Caleb's hubris. It was the last miserable thought Caleb experienced before the Edge Lord psychically trapped him in a hopeless cycle of never-ending arousal and ruined orgasms. 'Aaaaah, fuuuuh... unngh... ngh... ugh, Gods, no... please... it's too much, I can't...' Caleb writhed in sexual distress as he began to feel incredibly turned-on against his will. It was like the most intense sexual stimulation he had ever known; he could actually *feel* his nipples being rubbed, his thighs caressed, his toes sucked, his (print: $hair) hair stroked, his balls tickled, his dick masturbated, and his prostate massaged all at once. His skin rippled with goosebumps, he quivered, he gasped, he gritted his teeth and felt his cock rise until it was completely rigid,(if: $cock is "uncut")[ the foreskin slipping back over his moist mushroom head,](elseif: $cock is "cut")[ the moist mushroom head throbbing in anticipation,] veins bulging... oh Gods, he was going to cum... yes, he was, he could feel it... he couldn't stop it, he was totally powerless, his body no longer under his control... But then nothing happened. There was no ejaculation, no spurt, nothing. Just the *feeling*. The agonising, humiliating, stomach-churning feeling of wanting - *needing* - to cum so bad, but... still nothing. 'What's wrong, Caleb? Do you want to shoot your seed? Go ahead. Do it. NUT.' Caleb tried to relax, just let it happen... but *still* nothing. His erect cock twitched and the *tiniest* little delicate bead of pre-cum slowly oozed from his tight slit... but that was all. It dangled from the tip of his cock in a long dewy string and he tried to buck his hips, to fuck the air to get some release, ANY release... but he couldn't move. All he could do was clench his fists and scrunch his toes and shiver with sweat. 'Nnnnnnnnggggh... rrrrrrrgh, no... noooo... please... I need to... I can't take any more... oh Gods, oh fuck, ugh... nnnnf...' It was no use. He could moan and groan all he liked; he would not cum. He would be constantly kept on edge like this all day and all night until some other youth from Glowermoor should finally arrive to face the Edge Lord - and that was assuming the next lad would make any attempt to save him, which was unlikely. Besides, it could be *months* before the next Burgeoning. Weeks and weeks of endless horniness, feeling his whole body being sexually teased and manipulated, keeping him hard at all times with barely a *droplet* of pre-cum to show for it as the Thrallwood thrived on his potent sexual frustration. Nothing but the aching, longing, overwhelming urge to... ... ... (link: "The End")[(reload:)]]

There was no question: Caleb had come here for the quartz to complete the rite, and the quartz was exactly what he was going to take. 'Nnnnff... unnnnh... guuuugh...' sniffled Jonah as he opened his eyes to see Caleb approaching the quartz rock. He weakly shook his head, *No, please, don't leave me here, I can't take any more...* but Caleb took no notice. He hadn't faced the notorious Forest of Thrallwood just to risk it all at the last moment. Under the glowering stare of the Edge Lord, he picked up a small jagged stone from the ground and hesitated. 'Take it, if that is what you truly desire. Take it and get out of my sight. Leave this place and never return.' With a final glance at Jonah, whose erect dick twitched pathetically as he was forced to suffer yet another agonising spoiled orgasm, Caleb bashed the stone against the rock, chipping off a fragile piece of the luminous quartz. 'UUUUUUGGGGHHH...!' At the precise moment the quartz was broken from the rock, Jonah let out a loud wail and flinched violently against his supernatural restraints. Caleb noticed the *tiniest* little delicate bead of pre-cum slowly oozing from his tight slit... and then nothing. 'You have made your choice. Now begone,' intoned the Edge Lord. 'GO.' He raised a skeletal arm, and Caleb felt the world shift around him. He toppled to his knees, trapped in a whirlwind of moss and leaves, and the ground beneath him rumbled and suddenly crumbled away, leaving to him to sink precariously into the void... [[Finale->Finale one]]

(if: $water is 1)[There was no question: Caleb had come here for the quartz to complete the rite, but now he was going to rescue Jonah instead. 'Nnnnff... unnnnh... guuuugh...' sniffled Jonah as he opened his eyes to see Caleb coming towards him. He weakly shook his head, *No, stop, save yourself, get out of this place...* but Caleb took no notice. He hadn't faced the notorious Forest of Thrallwood just to wimp out at the last moment. Under the glowering stare of the Edge Lord, he reached for his vial of blessed water and hesitated. 'Save him, if you have truly faith in that spiritual ditch water. If you should fail, I will feed off *your* sexual energy as well.' With a final glance at Jonah, whose erect dick twitched pathetically as he was forced to suffer yet another agonising spoiled orgasm, Caleb popped the cork stopper from the vial, drank the water, and prayed to the Gods it would work. 'RRRRRRRRRGGGHH...!' At the precise moment the liquid touched Caleb's tongue, the Edge Lord let out a loud roar and lunged at Caleb. Caleb ducked to one side, the clearing was suddenly filled with blinding light, and the grey skeletal figure fell to the ground and shattered into a cloud of dust.]\ (else:)[There was no question: Caleb had come here for the quartz to complete the rite, but now he was going to rescue Jonah instead. 'Nnnnff... unnnnh... guuuugh...' sniffled Jonah as he opened his eyes to see Caleb coming towards him. He weakly shook his head, *No, stop, save yourself, get out of this place...* but Caleb took no notice. He hadn't faced the notorious Forest of Thrallwood just to wimp out at the last moment. Under the glowering stare of the Edge Lord, he reached for his sacred Amulet of Mezendoah and hesitated. 'Save him, if you have truly faith in that trinket around your neck. If you should fail, I will feed off *your* sexual energy as well.' With a final glance at Jonah, whose erect dick twitched pathetically as he was forced to suffer yet another agonising spoiled orgasm, Caleb rubbed his amulet and prayed to the Gods it would work. 'RRRRRRRRRGGGHH...!' At the precise moment the amulet was rubbed, the Edge Lord let out a loud roar and lunged at Caleb. Caleb ducked to one side, the amulet filled the clearing with blinding light, and the grey skeletal figure fell to the ground and shattered into a cloud of dust.] Caleb shielded his face and felt the world shift around him. He toppled to his knees, trapped in a whirlwind of dust and brilliant white light, and the ground beneath him rumbled and suddenly crumbled away, leaving to him to sink precariously into the void... [[Finale->Finale two]]

There was no question: Caleb had come here for the quartz to complete the rite, but now he was going to try and rescue Jonah instead. 'Nnnnff... unnnnh... guuuugh...' sniffled Jonah as he opened his eyes to see Caleb coming towards him. He weakly shook his head, *No, stop, save yourself, get out of this place...* but Caleb took no notice. He hadn't faced the notorious Forest of Thrallwood just to wimp out at the last moment. Under the glowering stare of the Edge Lord, he reached for his sacred Amulet of Mezendoah and hesitated. 'Save him, if you have truly faith in that trinket around your neck. If you should fail, I will feed off *your* sexual energy as well.' With a final glance at Jonah, whose erect dick twitched pathetically as he was forced to suffer yet another agonising spoiled orgasm, Caleb rubbed his amulet and prayed to the Gods it would work. 'UUUUUUGGGGHHH...!' At the precise moment the amulet was rubbed, Jonah let out a loud wail and flinched violently against his supernatural restraints. Caleb noticed the *tiniest* little delicate bead of pre-cum slowly oozing from his tight slit... and then nothing. 'You have made your choice - and now your body is MINE,' intoned the Edge Lord. He raised a skeletal arm, and Caleb felt the world shift around him. He toppled to his knees, trapped in a whirlwind of moss and leaves, and the ground beneath him rumbled and suddenly crumbled away, leaving to him to sink precariously into the void... [[Finale->Finale three]]

There was no question: Caleb had come here for the quartz to complete the rite, but now he was going take Jonah's place instead. 'Nnnnff... unnnnh... guuuugh...' sniffled Jonah as he weakly shook his head, *No, don't do it, save yourself, get out of this place...* but Caleb took no notice. He hadn't faced the notorious Forest of Thrallwood just to leave another helpless young man to rot. Under the glowering stare of the Edge Lord, he stepped forwards and said: 'Take me in his place.' 'So be it, if that it what you truly want. You have made your choice - and now your body is MINE.' The Edge Lord raised a skeletal arm, and Caleb felt the world shift around him. He toppled to his knees, trapped in a whirlwind of moss and leaves, and the ground beneath him rumbled and suddenly crumbled away, leaving to him to sink precariously into the void... [[Finale->Finale four]]

Caleb opened his eyes. He was back at the edge of the forest, where he had begun his trial, clutching the small chunk of Iridescent Quartz in his fist. The Patriarchs were in attendance, ready and waiting to welcome him back. Patrician Dunstan stepped forward and held out his hand. 'Present the quartz.' Caleb dropped the gemstone into the old man's palm. 'Congratulations, Caleb. You have completed the Rite of Thrallwood. The Gods have found you worthy.' But Caleb didn't feel worthy. All he could think about was poor Jonah, still lost out there in the woods, sprawled across the rock, writhing in sexual distress as he was kept hard and horny against his will with no relief or hope of escape. Perhaps the next person into the forest would save him; or perhaps he would spend *years* constantly on the edge of cumming, driven out of his mind by never-ending arousal. No matter. What was done was done. For Caleb, it was over. His Burgeoning complete, he could now accept an apprenticeship in the town and begin contributing to the community. In the years to come he would move away from Glowermoor, far from the Thrallwood, to pursue other opportunities and meet a beautiful young woman and eventually settle down. But even after all that time, with all that distance between them, he could still occasionally hear Jonah's tortured whines and pleas for help... (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

Caleb opened his eyes. He was back at the edge of the forest, where he had begun his trial - with Jonah, naked and trembling, standing beside him. The Patriarchs were in attendance, ready and waiting to welcome him back. Patrician Dunstan rushed forward to catch the exhausted Jonah as his legs buckled beneath him. 'Good heavens! What is this? Jonah... my son. I feared the Thrallwood had claimed you for good. Caleb, you rescued my boy?' 'Yes, Patrician, but I wasn't able to get the quartz. I have failed.' 'No,' said Dunstan. 'For this selfless act of courage, you have succeeded. Congratulations, Caleb. You have completed the Rite of Thrallwood. The Gods have found you worthy.' As the other Patricians helped Dunstan take his son home to recover, Caleb reflected that he really *was* worthy. Without his intervention, Jonah would still be lost out there in the woods, sprawled across the rock, writhing in sexual distress as he was kept hard and horny against his will with no relief or hope of escape. If no one else had shown such compassion, he could have spent *years* constantly on the edge of cumming, driven out of his mind by never-ending arousal. With the Edge Lord destroyed and neither Jonah nor Caleb's life force to sustain the magic of the Thrallwood, a plague came upon the forest. By the time the next young man was sent into the woods for his Burgeoning, a fungal disease had taken hold of the trees; an unstoppable infection which turned the leaves black, poisoned the soil, and caused nearly half the forest to wither. Though many of the trees ultimately survived, the Thrallwood was no longer an enchanted place. The creatures and monsters gradually disappeared. Some simply vanished, fading from reality like a half-remembered dream. Others left the Thrallwood and made new homes in other enchanted forests. The rest just died. No matter. What was done was done. For Caleb, it was over. His Burgeoning complete, he could now accept an apprenticeship in the town and begin contributing to the community. In the years to come he would move away from Glowermoor, far from the remains of the Thrallwood, to pursue other opportunities and meet a beautiful young woman and eventually settle down. But even after all that time, with all that distance between them, he still occasionally felt a pang of guilt at the damage he had caused to the Forest of Thrallwood and wondered how things might have been different... (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

Caleb opened his eyes. He was sprawled naked across the rock-face with the skeletal Edge Lord glaring at him from across the pool of water. He was pinned down by an invisible telekinetic force, his bare(if: $skin is "light")[ white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ brown] (print: $class)y body stretched taut, and his (print: $cock) cock jutting out semi-erect in front of him. And there was Jonah, still spread out naked beside him, whining in sheer desperation. 'You fool,' intoned the Edge Lord. 'Did you really believe you could save him and escape my clutches? Arrogant youth. Now you will BOTH suffer the same fate. The Thrallwood shall *thrive* on your potent sexual frustration.' The last words Caleb heard before the Edge Lord psychically trapped him in a hopeless cycle of never-ending arousal and ruined orgasms. 'Aaaaah, fuuuuh... unngh... ngh... ugh, Gods, no... please... it's too much, I can't...' Caleb writhed in sexual distress as he began to feel incredibly turned-on against his will. It was like the most intense sexual stimulation he had ever known; he could actually *feel* his nipples being rubbed, his thighs caressed, his toes sucked, his (print: $hair) hair stroked, his balls tickled, his dick masturbated, and his prostate massaged all at once. His skin rippled with goosebumps, he quivered, he gasped, he gritted his teeth and felt his cock rise until it was completely rigid,(if: $cock is "uncut")[ the foreskin slipping back over his moist mushroom head,](elseif: $cock is "cut")[ the moist mushroom head throbbing in anticipation,] veins bulging... oh Gods, he was going to cum... yes, he was, he could feel it... he couldn't stop it, he was totally powerless, his body no longer under his control... But then nothing happened. There was no ejaculation, no spurt, nothing. Just the *feeling*. The agonising, humiliating, stomach-churning feeling of wanting - *needing* - to cum so bad, but... still nothing. Caleb tried to relax, just let it happen... but *still* nothing. One long dewy string of pre-cum seeped from his slit and dangled from the tip, but that was all. He tried to buck his hips, to fuck the air to get some release, ANY release... but he couldn't move. All he could do was clench his fists and scrunch his toes and shiver with sweat. 'Nnnnnnnnggggh... rrrrrrrgh, no... noooo... please... I need to... I can't take any more... oh Gods, oh fuck, ugh... nnnnf...' Caleb and Jonah together moaned and groaned in unison, haunted by the sounds of each other's suffering, but neither of them would cum. They would be constantly kept on edge all day and all night until some other youth from Glowermoor should finally arrive to face the Edge Lord - and that was assuming the next lad would even attempt to rescue them, which was unlikely. Besides, it could be *months* before the next Burgeoning. Weeks and weeks of endless horniness, feeling their whole bodies being sexually teased and manipulated, keeping them hard at all times with barely a *droplet* of pre-cum between them to show for it. Nothing but the aching, longing, overwhelming urge to... ... ... (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

(if: $charity is 1)[*Open your eyes, Caleb.* Caleb opened his eyes. He expected to find himself sprawled naked across the rock in Jonah's place, but instead he was floating; floating high above the Thrallwood, looking down upon the forest, the vast expanse of trees and mythological creatures so small and innocuous below him. He suddenly panicked, arms and legs flailing as he felt he was about to fall to Earth. *Don't panic, Caleb,* said a soothing voice. *You are quite safe. I am the Goddess Mezendoah. Look up.* Caleb looked up to see a shimmering wisp of amorphous light before him. 'What happened?,' he said. 'What's going on?' *Twice today you have shown charity in the Thrallwood. First by giving your amulet of protection to the friend you rescued from the fiends. And then once more by offering yourself to save another. Two such selfless acts deserve mercy from the Gods. Congratulations, Caleb. You have completed the Rite of Thrallwood and we the Gods have found you worthy.* *...worthy...* *...* 'Hunh? What... where...?' In the blink of an eye, Caleb was back at the edge of the forest, where he had begun his trial - with Jonah, naked and trembling, standing beside him. The Patriarchs were in attendance, ready and waiting to welcome him back. Patrician Dunstan rushed forward to catch the exhausted Jonah as his legs buckled beneath him. 'Good heavens! What is this? Jonah... my son. I feared the Thrallwood had claimed you for good. Caleb, you rescued my boy?' 'I offered myself as tribute to save him, Patrician, and then Mezendoah herself spoke to me.' Caleb blushed, worried he sounded crazy, but Dunstan nodded solemnly. 'Yes, we know. Mezendoah's voice was heard all across Glowermoor as she spoke of your selflessness. Congratulations, Caleb. You have completed the Rite of Thrallwood. The Gods have indeed found you worthy.' As the other Patricians helped Dunstan take his son home to recover, Caleb reflected that he really *was* worthy. Without his intervention, Jonah would still be lost out there in the woods, sprawled across the rock, writhing in sexual distress as he was kept hard and horny against his will with no relief or hope of escape. If no one else had shown such compassion, he could have spent *years* constantly on the edge of cumming, driven out of his mind by never-ending arousal. With neither Caleb nor Jonah's life force to sustain the magic of the Thrallwood, the Edge Lord was forced to allow a small part of it to die in order to preserve the rest. By the time the next young man was sent into the woods for his Burgeoning, a portion of the forest had been lost to a fungal disease which had turned leaves black and poisoned the soil. This shrinkage of the Thrallwood caused many of the creatures and monsters to gradually disappear. Some simply vanished, fading from reality like a half-remembered dream. Others left the Thrallwood and made new homes in other enchanted forests. Only half of the magical inhabitants remained, which significantly reduced the danger of the woods and made the Rite of Thrallwood a far easier task to complete. No matter. What was done was done. For Caleb, it was over. His Burgeoning complete, he could now accept an apprenticeship in the town and begin contributing to the community. In the years to come he would move away from Glowermoor, far from the remains of the Thrallwood, to pursue other opportunities and meet a beautiful young woman and eventually settle down. But even after all that time, with all that distance between them, he still occasionally thought of the forest and the subsequent young men who had been deemed worthy thanks to his selfless actions, and of the goddess Mezendoah, who had removed all darkness from his mind so he could forever sleep peacefully at night.]\ (elseif: $gullible is 1)[Caleb opened his eyes. He was sprawled naked across the rock-face with the skeletal Edge Lord glaring at him from across the pool of water. He was pinned down by an invisible telekinetic force, his bare(if: $skin is "light")[ white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ brown] (print: $class)y body stretched taut, and his (print: $cock) cock jutting out semi-erect in front of him. And there was Jonah, still spread out naked beside him, whining in sheer desperation. 'You fool,' intoned the Edge Lord. 'Did you really believe you could offer yourself as tribute to spare him? Arrogant youth. Now you will BOTH suffer the same fate. The Thrallwood shall *thrive* on your potent sexual frustration.' The last words Caleb heard before the Edge Lord psychically trapped him in a hopeless cycle of never-ending arousal and ruined orgasms. 'Aaaaah, fuuuuh... unngh... ngh... ugh, Gods, no... please... it's too much, I can't...' Caleb writhed in sexual distress as he began to feel incredibly turned-on against his will. It was like the most intense sexual stimulation he had ever known; he could actually *feel* his nipples being rubbed, his thighs caressed, his toes sucked, his (print: $hair) hair stroked, his balls tickled, his dick masturbated, and his prostate massaged all at once. His skin rippled with goosebumps, he quivered, he gasped, he gritted his teeth and felt his cock rise until it was completely rigid,(if: $cock is "uncut")[ the foreskin slipping back over his moist mushroom head,](elseif: $cock is "cut")[ the moist mushroom head throbbing in anticipation,] veins bulging... oh Gods, he was going to cum... yes, he was, he could feel it... he couldn't stop it, he was totally powerless, his body no longer under his control... But then nothing happened. There was no ejaculation, no spurt, nothing. Just the *feeling*. The agonising, humiliating, stomach-churning feeling of wanting - *needing* - to cum so bad, but... still nothing. Caleb tried to relax, just let it happen... but *still* nothing. His erect cock twitched and the *tiniest* little delicate bead of pre-cum slowly oozed from his tight slit... but that was all. It dangled from the tip of his cock in a long dewy string and he tried to buck his hips, to fuck the air to get some release, ANY release... but he couldn't move. All he could do was clench his fists and scrunch his toes and shiver with sweat. 'Nnnnnnnnggggh... rrrrrrrgh, no... noooo... please... I need to... I can't take any more... oh Gods, oh fuck, ugh... nnnnf...' Caleb and Jonah together moaned and groaned in unison, haunted by the sounds of each other's suffering, but neither of them would cum. They would be constantly kept on edge all day and all night until some other youth from Glowermoor should finally arrive to face the Edge Lord - and that was assuming the next lad would even sacrifice himself for both Caleb *and* Jonah's sake, which was unlikely. Besides, it could be *months* before the next Burgeoning. Weeks and weeks of endless horniness, feeling their whole bodies being sexually teased and manipulated, keeping them hard at all times with barely a *droplet* of pre-cum between them to show for it. Nothing but the aching, longing, overwhelming urge to... ... ...]\ (else:)[Caleb opened his eyes. He was sprawled naked across the rock-face with the skeletal Edge Lord glaring at him from across the pool of water. He was pinned down by an invisible telekinetic force, his bare(if: $skin is "light")[ white](elseif: $skin is "dark")[ brown] (print: $class)y body stretched taut, and his (print: $cock) cock jutting out semi-erect in front of him. There was no sign of Jonah. He was gone, spirited back to Glowermoor to be reunited with his family and tell the tale of how Caleb had offered himself as tribute to save him. It was the last comforting thought Caleb enjoyed before the Edge Lord psychically trapped him in a hopeless cycle of never-ending arousal and ruined orgasms. 'Aaaaah, fuuuuh... unngh... ngh... ugh, Gods, no... please... it's too much, I can't...' Caleb writhed in sexual distress as he began to feel incredibly turned-on against his will. It was like the most intense sexual stimulation he had ever known; he could actually *feel* his nipples being rubbed, his thighs caressed, his toes sucked, his (print: $hair) hair stroked, his balls tickled, his dick masturbated, and his prostate massaged all at once. His skin rippled with goosebumps, he quivered, he gasped, he gritted his teeth and felt his cock rise until it was completely rigid,(if: $cock is "uncut")[ the foreskin slipping back over his moist mushroom head,](elseif: $cock is "cut")[ the moist mushroom head throbbing in anticipation,] veins bulging... oh Gods, he was going to cum... yes, he was, he could feel it... he couldn't stop it, he was totally powerless, his body no longer under his control... But then nothing happened. There was no ejaculation, no spurt, nothing. Just the *feeling*. The agonising, humiliating, stomach-churning feeling of wanting - *needing* - to cum so bad, but... still nothing. 'What's wrong, Caleb? Do you want to shoot your seed? Go ahead. Do it. NUT.' Caleb tried to relax, just let it happen... but *still* nothing. His erect cock twitched and the *tiniest* little delicate bead of pre-cum slowly oozed from his tight slit... but that was all. It dangled from the tip of his cock in a long dewy string and he tried to buck his hips, to fuck the air to get some release, ANY release... but he couldn't move. All he could do was clench his fists and scrunch his toes and shiver with sweat. 'Nnnnnnnnggggh... rrrrrrrgh, no... noooo... please... I need to... I can't take any more... oh Gods, oh fuck, ugh... nnnnf...' It was no use. He could moan and groan all he liked; he would not cum. He would be constantly kept on edge like this all day and all night until some other youth from Glowermoor should finally arrive to face the Edge Lord - and that was assuming the next lad would even sacrifice himself for Caleb's sake, which was unlikely. Besides, it could be *months* before the next Burgeoning. Weeks and weeks of endless horniness, feeling his whole body being sexually teased and manipulated, keeping him hard at all times with barely a *droplet* of pre-cum to show for it as the Thrallwood thrived on his potent sexual frustration. Nothing but the aching, longing, overwhelming urge to... ... ...] (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

As Caleb made his way along the dirt trail that weaved between the nest of tall dead trees, a dense fog seemed to close in around him. At first he thought it was simply a figment of his imagination, but the further he ventured, the thicker the fog until he could barely see a few feet in front of him. That was when he glimpsed it - a vague silhouetted figure walking towards him, though its feet hovered above the ground. Caleb tried to back away, but he was paralysed and couldn't move from the spot, as though the mysterious entity had him under some spell. Even as it got closer the silhouette was no less clearer, until it emerged from the fog and stood before him; nothing but a shadow of a man. Caleb remembered a musty old tome of folk tales on his uncle's shelf, with painted pictures of legendary monsters from the Yestertimes. One of them was depicted as a person shrouded in shadow, said to be the giver of nightmares, so that it may feed off the terror of mortals held in its thrall. The name given to this supernatural dreamweaver was the (link-reveal: "Fearmonger")[ (*elemental*)]. And now Caleb was staring into the hidden face of the very same monster. All at once the Fearmonger's shadowy form expanded to encompass the surrounding fog and wrap itself around Caleb, who(if: $water is 1)[ without his amulet to protect him, could only use his blessed water.](else:)[ with no amulet or water to protect him, was doomed.] (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Use water")[(set: $water to "fearmonger")(goto: "Succeed fearmonger")]](else:)[ [[DOOMED->Fail fearmonger]] ] (if: $sadist is 1 and $water is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail fearmonger")]]

The nether realm of Depravity was a place spoken of only in ancient religious texts and studied by scholars with *unusual* appetites - and it was said that none who ever journeyed to that sin-ridden hellhole ever returned. The place seemed to resemble a dungeon of immeasurable size. Howls of pain and cries for mercy reverberated around the vast walls. There were countless trillions of rooms of varying size, containing poor trapped souls in various states of bondage - chained up by their wrists, stretched across racks, strapped down spread-eagle, shackled to the wall, suspended in leather slings, and so on. Some were gagged, *"mmmphing"* frantically and shaking their heads in terror as the diabolical denizens of Depravity sexually abused them for their own sadistic gratification. Others were free to protest and plead ungagged, hollering for help though none would ever hear their entreaties. And there among the sprawling cells and chambers was Caleb, naked and afraid,(if: $class is "twink")[ chained upside-down by his ankles with his wrists bound together as a constant parade of sex-crazed demons helped themselves to his sensitive twink feets: ravenously snacking on his wiggling toes, slathering all over his delicious soles, sniffing them voraciously, chewing on his bony ankles, and tickle torturing them for *days* at a time with the scritchiest feathers in the known cosmos, which they dragged up and down his soles and in-between his toes while he screamed with petrified laughter and flailed about helplessly, his head swinging to-and-fro above the floor, until his lungs were fit to burst and he could barely gasp for air.](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ tied to a rack with his lean twunk bod stretched taut as possible without dislocating his joints, as he suffered relentless tit torture at the claws of a constant parade of sex-crazed demons: having his nipples pinched, tweaked, and massaged until they were erect and then the hard rubbery tips sucked and nibbled on voraciously with jagged little teeth, then tickled non-stop for *days* at a time with the scritchiest feathers in the known cosmos while he gritted his teeth and gasped and writhed on the rack and sobbed uncontrollably. And when not being teased in such a fashion, his nips were clamped tight between biting metal pincers to be pulled and twisted painfully as he shrieked in agony until it felt like they were going to be ripped off his chest... and then the boiling hot wax was dripped all over his bare chest.](else:)[ splayed out upright in shackles in the centre of the room as a constant parade of sex-crazed demons sexually tortured his big beefy body: flogging his ass until it was red and stinging, attaching heavy weights to his balls to pull on his sack as it dangled vulnerably between his spread legs, greedily tongue-fucking his hairy pits and biting his nipples until they throbbed, ramming a spiked dildo into his tight virgin asshole and vigorously buggering him until he was hard against his will, then inserting his erect cock into a mechanical pumping machine to be jerked-off and milked of *all* his cum like a bull, non-stop, for *days* at a time while he grunted and snorted and ejaculated his brains out until his dick ached and each forced orgasm was sheer agony. And when his cock was finally removed from the pump, the raw head was tortured with a thorough polishing and the slit tickled with the scritchiest feathers in the known cosmos as he wailed and convulsed in his chains, snivelling uncontrollably.] He was kept nourished with water and a sickly gruel concocted from the potent semen of his demonic tormentors, which kept him young and healthy for many years to come. When not "in use", his ass was corked up with a spiked butt plug and his manhood locked in a spiked little chastity cage before being crammed into a tiny prison cell with hundreds of other perpetually trapped young men and women. And lord Sadoch was pleased with Depravity's new pet. (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

(if: $dagger is "gloop")[Caleb grabbed his dagger and swiped at the goo... but it was pointless. There was nothing for the blade to cut; instead it was sucked out of his grip and into the gloop. The gloop rapidly enveloped him, spreading up from his feet and down from his shoulders. He found himself totally immobilised; the more he struggled to tear himself free from the gloop's gooey clutches, the tighter it gripped him.]\ (else:)[Caleb grabbed his amulet and rubbed it quickly... but it was futile. The gloop rapidly enveloped him, spreading up from his feet and down from his shoulders. He found himself totally immobilised; the more he struggled to tear himself free from the gloop's gooey clutches, the tighter it gripped him.] 'Angh! No! Ugh, Gods, somebody, help me, please!' were the last words Caleb managed to shriek as the gloop covered his head and began to spread underneath his clothes. While he continued to scream through the veil of thick gunge over his face, the gloop oozed into every little nook and cranny, including all his most intimate and private areas. 'Gugggghh...' Caleb gurgled through a bubble of slime as he felt the gloop inside his trouser legs, crawling up his legs and poking between his buttocks. It got under his shirt too, filling his belly button, *schlrrping* around his nipples,(if: $class is "twunk")[ which sent a ripple of unexpected and unwanted arousal through his helpless twunk body,] and sinking below the waistband of his undershorts where it slithered around his limp cock and coated his balls. *Urgh, gross, no! This can't be happening, it can't, it can't!* All that could be heard from within the gloop-wrapped figure was incomprehensible and hysterical burbling. *Ungh, no, not there! Oh Gods, please, not there!* Sinewy strands of gloopy slime penetrated the tiniest crevices, from his nostrils to his tight asshole and even the slit of his cock(if: $cock is "uncut")[, while seeping under his loose foreskin and stretching it out]. He was overcome with horror as it filled his guts from behind and invaded his penis, ooooozing slowly along his urethra. In spite of his abject terror, the freaky sensation of the thick gloop flowing inside his dick and ass had the unfortunate side effect of making him hard against his will. *What the... no, no way, what's happening! Oh Gods, why? Help me, somebody! Help me, please! Ugggh...* By now his throat was also filled with the gungey substance; he gagged and choked on its bitter, salty taste, his tongue flapping around wildly inside his mouth. He got one final view of the tunnel before the gloop covered his eyes, sealing him up completely like a second skin wrapped taut across his whole body. The *schlrrrping* filled his ears, both audibly *and* literally. The smallest trickle of gloop wormed its way into his head and up to his brain and suddenly he felt... calm. He ceased struggling. He relaxed and let the gloop violate every inch of his paralysed body. It felt... nice. *Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh........* Caleb droned monotonously as the parasitic gloop fed off him, slowly ingesting his juices from his sweat to his urine and the semen fresh from his nuts, keeping him nourished and youthful within its slimy embrace... ...for years, and years, and years... (link: "The End")[(reload:)]

(if: $water is "gloop")[Caleb grabbed his vial of blessed water, popped the stopper, and drank the clear fluid quickly. Within seconds he felt a pleasant warmth radiating from his pores, and the gloop began to slide off his skin. He managed to slip his ankles free of the gloop's grip, wiped it off his shoulders, and stepped away as the last gooey remnants dripped from his clothes. Before the effects of the water wore off, he hastily made his way through the tunnel, past the ominously thick coating of gloop all over the place, until he finally came out on the other side. He rejoined the forest path again, following it to a junction where the three paths from the start of the trail converged into one and a sign pointed ahead: "TO THE BARREN GULLY"]\ (else:)[Caleb grabbed his amulet and rubbed it quickly. Within seconds he felt a pleasant warmth radiating from his pores, and the gloop began to slide off his skin. He managed to slip his ankles free of the gloop's grip, wiped it off his shoulders, and stepped away as the last gooey remnants dripped from his clothes. Before the effects of the amulet wore off, he hastily made his way through the tunnel, past the ominously thick coating of gloop all over the place, until he finally came out on the other side. He rejoined the forest path again, following it to a junction where the three paths from the start of the trail converged into one and a sign pointed ahead: "TO THE BARREN GULLY"] [[Proceed to Barren Gully]]

Just as Caleb made his choice, there was a rustle in the nearby trees. He froze, startled, ready to use his amulet against whatever foe might leap out at him. You can imagine his relief, then, when Rhiannon the Ranger stepped out. 'Told you our paths would cross again,' she said, in a strange tone of voice. 'Rhiannon! I must admit I'm pleased to see you after what I just went through...' Caleb trailed off as two men appeared behind Rhiannon, similarly clad and armed. 'I forgot to mention before that I don't travel alone. Had to catch up with my partners before tracking you down again.' 'Rhiannon? What's going on?' 'Sorry, kid, but turns out *you're* the most valuable thing I could catch today. 'Nothing personal,(if: $class is "twink")[ cutie](elseif: $class is "twunk")[ muscles](else:)[ stud]; a gal's just gotta earn a living. There are certain establishments that will pay a good price for fresh meat like you. And to think I nearly let you get away. Grab him, fellas.' (if: $water is 1)[(link: "Use water")[(set: $water to "ranger")(goto: "Succeed ranger two")]] (if: $class is "twink")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=6)[(goto: "Fail ranger two")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed ranger two")]] ]\ (elseif: $class is "twunk")[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=5)[(goto: "Fail ranger two")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed ranger two")]] ]\ (else:)[(link: "Use amulet")[(if: (random: 1, 12) <=4)[(goto: "Fail ranger two")](else:)[(goto: "Succeed ranger two")]] ] (if: $sadist is 1)[(link: "Auto fail")[(goto: "Fail ranger two")]]

As Caleb headed along the path, a creeping realisation dawned upon him: this was his nightmare. The Fearmonger was inside his head, plunging him into an imaginary world stolen directly from his recent dreams. Apparently the effect of the(if: $water is "fearmonger")[ water](else:)[ amulet] was to remind him that none of this was real and he could escape the Fearmonger's clutches simply by being unafraid. The trees behind him closed up, their boughs knitting together to form a barrier preventing him from retreating along the pathway. He was trapped. He relaxed and followed the path into the tentacle den from his nightmares. A slippery tentacle reached down from the canopy above and grabbed him... but he remained calm. *It's just a dream, just a dream...* He closed his eyes and imagined the tentacle turning into a tree vine - and when he opened them again, a harmless vine dangled before him. He imagined the trees opening up to let him escape - and they did exactly that. He made his way back along the path and the Fearmonger loomed out of the shadows to block his way. Caleb drew a sword out of thin air and slashed at the silhouette. The Fearmonger fought back, dressed as a solider in full armour with a large shield. It lunged at the (print: $class) with a spear attack. The spear shattered as it hit Caleb, who melted the Fearmonger's shield and armour away with a wave of his hand. The ground shook as the Fearmonger now transformed itself into a gigantic behemoth, a writhing mass of tentacles with an enormous gaping mouth full of gnashing teeth. It grabbed Caleb and dragged him into the chomping jaws, but as it bit down on him there was a loud crack and the entire world broke like glass, smashing into a million pieces. Caleb felt himself falling, landing with an almighty splash in an ocean of tranquility and then everything went black. When he opened his eyes he was back on the forest trail, standing at the top of a flight of overgrown stone steps leading down to the sound of a waterfall below. On the ground, a fallen sign for Hild's Foss. He was here at last. He had made it. [[To Hild's Foss->Hilds Foss]] (if: $elixir is 1)[ [[Drink elixir->Drink elixir two]] ]

(if: $water is "nymphs")[Caleb slipped his hand into his pocket, fumbled about for his water, brought the vial to his lips and pulled out the cork with his teeth before taking a swig.]\ (else:)[Caleb wearily fumbled for the amulet around his neck and gave it a weak rub.] Within seconds he felt rejuvenated, fully awake and buzzing with adrenaline. He quickly jumped to his feet, shook himself to his senses, checked the coast was clear and ran before the thirst nymphs returned. On the other side of the valley he picked up the path again where the three paths from the start of the forest converged into one. Directly ahead was a sign pointing one way: "TO THE BARREN GULLY" [[Proceed to Barren Gully]]

UGH, oh Gods, FUCK, he couldn't take it ANY LONGER! He NEEDED a taste of that heady sexual rush, just a quickie; surely one little droplet of the elixir wouldn't hurt? Checking around to make sure the coast was clear, Caleb nestled himself down in the undergrowth with his back resting against a tree. Shaking, he untied the bottle of Elixir of Arousal from his belt, uncorked it, licked his lips, and sipped a single drop. Once again, a delirious wave of sexual pleasure washed over him and his cock sprang to life almost instantaneously. He unbuckled his belt, hastily pushed his breeches and undershorts down to his knees, and spread his legs. His cock stood erect and eager and he took hold of it and started masturbating in the cool shade of the woods. 'Ugggh... yeah...' The randy (print: $class) tilted his head back against the tree and closed his eyes as he ejaculated his first load. The big creamy splurge landed with a sticky splat on his abdomen. He continued to jerk off. He shot another few loads in quick succession, spilling his seed all around him, spurts of jizz erupting from his slit. Oh Gods, oh Gods, it felt too good to resist... he *needed* to keep jacking his dick; there was no question of stopping. (if: $compliant is 1)[Slowly his mind started to snap. All he could think about was cumming. It was all that mattered to him now. Memories began to fade; he forgot about his home at Glowermoor with his aunt and uncle, he forgot about the stuffy old Patricians and the rite, he forgot where he was and what he was doing, he forgot his hopes and dreams, and after a time he even forgot his name. And every time he began to feel the effects of the elixir waning, he reached for another sip, and another. Soon the horny boy was too far gone to realise he was turning into a member of that infamous zombie tribe - he was becoming a Gooner. *Everything melted away. Nothing mattered. His eyes glazed over. His mouth fell agape, drool trickling down his chin. He would lay here in the Thrallwood forever, stroking himself silly and nutting his brains out. Who needed brains anyway? "Thought" was nothing but an inconvenient distraction. Far better to give in to primal urges, to surrender to the body's will and simply be as nature intended; a rutting animal, mindlessly humping his own fist and relishing the exquisite highs of pure sexual bliss...* (link: "The End")[(reload:)]]\ (elseif: $stubborn is 1)[But wait. No. No, wait, he was so close to his final destination... too close to just give in to the pleasures of the flesh now. He gathered his wits about him, and with all his mental strength he stopped jacking off and pushed his still-raging cock back into his pants. His breeches displayed considerable tenting when he pulled them up, and the soft fabric rubbing against his erection only served to make him feel more horny and cause pre-cum to continue dribbling down his leg. No matter. He had to continue onwards to Hild's Foss. He'd come too far already. [[Onwards->Hilds Foss]] ]

Caleb opened his eyes. He was back at the edge of the forest, where he had begun his trial. The Patriarchs were in attendance, ready and waiting to welcome him back. Patrician Dunstan stepped forward and held out his hand. 'Present the quartz.' But Caleb had no quartz to give him. 'What? Nothing? Then how is it you escaped the forest?' Caleb tried to explain, but was too embarrassed to admit to having outwitted the Edge Lord by ingesting an aphrodisiac. Suffice it to say the Patriarchs were not impressed. 'You have made a mockery of the Rite of Thrallwood, Caleb. You are not worthy.' Caleb's fate was sealed. From that moment on, he was a pariah within Glowermoor. His aunt and uncle were ashamed of him. No one ever returned from the forest *without* the Iridescent Quartz. He had cheated, or acted in bad faith, or else somehow conspired with the monsters of the Thrallwood to gain their favour. His uncle threw him out onto the street and told him never to return. Worse still, Caleb was left with a lingering craving for more Elixir of Arousal. He dedicated his days to finding another source of the stuff, but not a single apothecary in town could supply any such potion. Eventually he had to resort to "traditional" methods to quench his unrelenting sexual thirst: he sold his body for sex. He became the notorious "Whore of Glowermoor", a young man who would willingly pimp himself out to man or woman for even the smallest amount of coin. He allowed himself to be fucked, spanked, whipped, tickled, licked, fondled, gang-banged, and more. Then one day, at an orgy, he met a handsome young duke visiting Glowermoor from the far-off city of Gleaming. The duke took such a fancy to the whore that he offered Caleb the chance to join his personal harem. Caleb would be expected to indulge each and every single one of the duke's sexual whims, day or night, but in return he would live in luxury and be cared for for the rest of his life. And so Caleb accepted the proposal and departed with the duke for a new life of sexual servitude, far from the Thrallwood and the township of Glowermoor, far from the society which had long since turned its back on him. (link: "The End")[(reload:)]