/*****************************************************************************
 * Copyright (c) 2025 by the TMMR Team and Contributors. All rights reserved.
 *
 * This program is free software: you can redistribute it and/or modify it
 * under the terms of the GNU General Public License as published by the Free
 * Software Foundation, either version 3 of the License, or (at your option)
 * any later version.
 *
 * This program is distributed in the hope that it will be useful, but WITHOUT
 * ANY WARRANTY; without even the implied warranty of MERCHANTABILITY or
 * FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE. See the GNU General Public License for
 * more details.
 *
 * You should have received a copy of the GNU General Public License along with
 * this program. If not, see <https://www.gnu.org/licenses/>. *****************************************************************************/

:: That sounds good. [bookmark]
Your desire for revenge wins out over caution.  "All right," [[you|You]] say.  "If there's evidence to back me up, let's do that."

[[She|Mrs. Anderson]] looks at you in surprise.  "Okay," she says.  "I'll call Mr. Hilliard right now.  I'll be back shortly."

With that, she turns and leaves.  You go back to your homework to settle your nerves.  You wonder if this was the best idea.  After about ten minutes, Mrs. Anderson returns.  "All right, Parker, let's head down to the school.  Mr. Hilliard will have a police officer there to take your report and we'll be able to look at the videotape."

Mrs. Anderson takes out her cellphone and makes a quick call.  "Molly?" she says.  "Could you bring the towncar up front?  Parker and I are going to Rosestead High."  She puts away her phone and turns to you, "All right, Parker, let's go out to the car."

The two of you head out to the car where [[Molly]] opens the door for each of you to get into the back seat.  You take the familiar drive to Rosestead High and pull up front.  Molly opens the door for Mrs. Anderson and you let yourself out.  There are only a few cars in the lot and one of them is a parked police car.

"Thank you, Molly," Mrs. Anderson says.  The two of you walk into the school and head to Mr. Hilliard's office.  His receptionist hastily rises to her feet when she sees Mrs. Anderson and gives a fairly elaborate curtsey.  "Mrs. Anderson, please go right in.  Mr. Hilliard and Chief Johnson are waiting for you."

You and Mrs. Anderson walk into the office and see [[Mr. Hilliard]] and [[Chief Johnson]] staring intently at Mr. Hilliard's computer screen.

When you walk in, Mr. Hilliard rises and bows.  "Why, Mrs. Anderson.  How lovely to see you again.  Have a seat, please.  We've just finished reviewing the video of the incident.  Parker, would you mind waiting outside for just a few minutes?"

You walk out and they close the door behind you.  The receptionist looks at you and smiles, "Hey, honey.  My name's [[Stephanie]].  Why don't you let me make you a cup of coffee or something?"

"Um, sure," you say.  She walks over to the coffeemaker and pours you a cup.

"Milk and sugar?" she asks.

"Yes, please," you respond.  She stirs your coffee and gives it to you to drink.  You sip the coffee nervously, and wonder what they're discussing in there.

Stephanie engages you in light pleasantries while you're waiting when an intercom buzzes.  "All right," she says.  "You can go in now."

[[Go into the office.]]


:: Go into the office.
[[You]] walk into the office and can immediately tell that things aren't going the way you expected.  [[Chief Johnson]], [[Mr. Hilliard]], and [[Mrs. Anderson]] all have rather stern expressions on their faces.

Mrs. Anderson looks at you icily and says, "Well, Parker, I believe I'll let Mr. Hilliard and Chief Johnson deal with this."  She turns to Mr. Hilliard.  "I'll be out in the reception area with Stephanie if you need me."  With that, she turns on her heel and walks out, closing the door behind her.

Mr. Hilliard says, "Parker, I'd like you to watch the video if you don't mind."

You hesitate, not eager to see your rape again, but his manner indicates that he doesn't plan on brooking much argument so you nod.  He turns the monitor so you can see it.

You see yourself walk into the locker room nude and put on your panties.  [[Sean]] walks into the locker room and grabs your ass, pushing his hand down the front of your panties.  You are embarrassed to see that your eyes close and your mouth opens in what is pretty obviously a display of lust.  "No," you say, "that's not how it happened!  I was struggling against him."

"Hush, Parker," Mr. Hilliard says, "and watch the video."

Sean pulls his hand out of your panties and you see yourself licking his finger off with apparent eagerness.  He pulls your panties down and presses his crotch against your naked ass.  You're horrified to see that you seem to be wiggling your ass up against him.  Where you remember Sean clapping his hand over your mouth to silence you, the video shows that he's just stroking your face.  Then [[Leo]] walks in and Sean passes your naked body over to him where it looks like he's just stroking your face as well.

You watch Sean strip and then yourself sinking to your knees in front of him.  Leo follows you down, one hand stroking your hips and the other stroking your face.  You watch yourself open your mouth to accept Sean's cock.  "No!" you say.  "Leo forced me to open my mouth!  He held my nose so I couldn't breathe!"  But there's no sign of that on the tape.

"Hush, Parker," Mr. Hilliard says sternly.  You watch yourself, with apparent eagerness, bobbing your head back and forth on Sean's sizable member.  The rest of it as you seem to remember.  Sean's bending you over the changing bench, your wiggling your hips for him, your blowing Leo with apparent enthusiasm as Sean takes your virginity, the two boys high-fiving over your hot and naked body, Leo's coming in your mouth and your swallowing it, and Sean's fucking you up the ass until you come.

When it's done, you watch yourself get dressed and walk out of the locker room.  You stare at the monitor, mouth agape, while Mr. Hilliard shuts it off.  "Now Parker," he says, "did that look like a rape to you?  Because to me it looked like a horny little slut sneaking into the boys' locker room where she doesn't belong in order to get her hungry little holes filled."

You burst into tears.  "But that's not how it happened!  They forced me!"

Chief Johnson speaks up.  "Are you accusing someone of altering the tape?  Because a Hollywood professional couldn't have done that in the few hours since the incident."

You sob, "No, I'm not saying that.  I don't know what I'm saying."

"There, there, Parker," Mr. Hilliard says, walking around his desk to pat you on the shoulder.  "The Process is a confusing time.  I believe you.  I believe that's not how you remember it."  You sigh in relief and look up at him with hopeful eyes.

He goes on, "Clearly, your mind doesn't want to accept what a pathetic little tramp you are.  So, as a defense mechanism, your mind threw up this delusion of being forced while you seduced those two poor boys."

"Still," Chief Johnson says, "accusing people of rape is a serious business.  Now we're certainly going to let it drop in light of the circumstances, Parker, but it might be best if we made this video public just to clear the boys' names."

"No!" you say.  "I swear I didn't tell anyone but Mrs. Anderson!  Only the four of us know about this!"

"Well, in that case," Chief Johnson says, "perhaps we can be persuaded to keep it to ourselves..."

"Oh thank you!" you say.

"...in exchange for certain services," he says, looking down meaningfully at his crotch.  You follow his gaze and notice his obvious erection.

[[Oh, no...]]


:: Oh, no...
Oh, no...  You're not going through that again.  [[You]] bolt for the door only to find it locked when you get there.  You don't seem to remember Mrs. Anderson locking it or even how she would have locked it from the inside.

[[Mr. Hilliard]] and [[Chief Johnson]] advance on you predatorily and you try to scream as loudly as you can, but no sound seems to come out of your mouth.

Soon they've both got their hands on your arms and the smell of male musk and sweat overwhelms your nostrils.  You can see the perspiration beading up on Chief Johnson's bald head and Mr. Hilliard leers at you in a disconcerting manner.

Mr. Hilliard unzips his pants and pulls out his cock.  You are horrified at the size of the thing, especially coming from such a small, weedy man.  It's all a blur and you're not sure how you end up on your knees with it in your mouth.  You guess you must have made a decision to get this rape over with as quickly as you can, but you don't seem to recall making such a decision.

He smells and tastes powerfully of musk and semen and stale female fluids.  God, you can't believe this is the third cock you've had in your mouth today!  You are disgusted when you come out of your reverie to find yourself bobbing your head enthusiastically on Mr. Hilliard's dick.  You immediately slow your pace, horrified with yourself.  God, this body you've got now just seems programmed to take cocks!  You shudder at the sense of violation.

Mr. Hilliard pulls himself out of your mouth and sits down in his chair.  He unbuckles his pants and pulls them down a bit, apparently to make himself more comfortable.  You eye him warily and he waves his dick at you.  "Crawl over here and get it, Parker," he says.

Chief Johnson nudges you with his foot hard, causing you to fall to your hands and knees, and you reluctantly crawl over to Mr. Hilliard.  Soon you're back to sucking his cock (well, more like choking on it really) while Chief Johnson gets behind you and pulls your sweatpants down.  At least you're not still wearing Belinda's panties so you're spared that humiliation, you think.  Not that it matters much because in short order you're not wearing your boxers either, as Chief Johnson strips them off of you and exposes your pussy and ass to his view.

Chief Johnson gives a wolf whistle.  "I saw it on the video, but this sweet ass is even better up close and personal," he says.  "Pussy's starting to get a little stubble though.  A tramp like you should be bald as an egg."  Suddenly he grabs your arms and pulls them back painfully behind your back.  You feel metal against your wrists and hear the click of the handcuffs locking your wrists behind you.

"You seemed to really like that boy's cock up your ass.  How do you think you'll like my nightstick?" Chief Johnson says.  You look back to see him brandishing a side-handle police baton and he thwacks you across the ass with it, making you gasp in pain.  You shake your head vigorously and try to protest, but Mr. Hilliard's dick in your mouth makes that difficult.  "Was that a yes, yes, yes?" Chief Johnson says, thwacking you again.

"Careful," Mr. Hilliard says.  "Don't make her bite down."

"Sorry," Chief Johnson says.  "I usually discipline teenage delinquents like her on my own."  You can feel Chief Johnson spreading your ass cheeks and he spits on your anus.  "Oh yeah," he says.  "Her dirty little hole is opening up nicely for me.  She wants it all right."  You try to shake your head again; you certainly do //not// want it.

It turns out you get it anyway.  Chief Johnson maneuvers his baton so the end starts pushing into your anus.  It actually enters you rather easily.  You seem to be pretty stretched out from Sean's earlier attentions and you're grateful that the baton seems to have a tapered end, almost as if it was designed for use as a dildo as well as a police baton.  Of course, in this place, you wryly observe, you can be pretty sure it was.

You grunt in pain at the intrusion of the baton into your ass and you briefly consider kicking back at Chief Johnson, but decide then you'd just get into more trouble.  With this weak body of yours, Mr. Hilliard would be able to handle you easily all by himself, never mind with the brutish Chief Johnson's help.

You suffer in silence from Chief Johnson's sodomizing baton, never stopping your ministrations to Mr. Hilliard's tool.  You feel Chief Johnson swipe his hand across your vulva and are humiliated to discover that you're sopping wet.  God damn these hormones!  Chief Johnson pulls you by the hair off of Mr. Hilliard's dick and claps his hand over your nose, smearing your face with your own juices.  The smell is pungent and powerful and you can feel your eyes glaze over.  He gives his nightstick a shove and you wail and screw your eyes closed, tears leaking out, as the truncheon seats itself firmly in your rectum all the way up to the side handle.

Chief Johnson releases your head and Mr. Hilliard thrusts his penis back into your mouth, pushing it down into your throat so you choke and gag.  Then you hear Chief Johnson's zipper come down and soon feel his other truncheon at the entrance to your sex.

[[Well, you're fucked now.]]


:: Well, you're fucked now.
[[Chief Johnson]] pushes his hard cock into your pussy without any mercy.  [[You]]'re very well lubricated and not a virgin (God damn Sean!), but the truncheon bulging in your rectum makes it a tight fit.  Chief Johnson, while not as big as either Sean or [[Mr. Hilliard]], is also obviously not small and you can feel his dick rubbing against his nightstick through your membrane.  He thrusts his cock in and out of your snatch and the friction is quite unlike anything you've ever felt before.  Actually, the words "deliciously full" come to mind, but you quickly reject that.  You hate this!  You're being raped!

And then you come.  Really, really hard.  You can't even concentrate on the blowjob you're giving Mr. Hilliard (not that you're trying to concentrate on it!) so you pull your mouth off of his dick and scream out as your body spasms.  You're not sure exactly what you say, but you're //pretty// sure it's not "Yes! Fuck me!"  At least, you hope not.  Once your orgasm seems to be coming to an end, the sensations still coming from being fucked hard vaginally by Chief Johnson as he twirls his nightstick in your ass immediately starts you coming again before you have a chance to come down.

You're still having this orgasm when Mr. Hilliard jams your mouth back down over his cock so all your holes are filled again.  You tell yourself it's just a natural reflex when you start vigorously sucking the cock rudely raping your mouth.  Chief Johnson grabs the chain between the handcuffs and uses that to pull you back and forth on his dick, causing you to bob your head back and forth on Mr. Hilliard's.

Then Mr. Hilliard grabs your head and thrusts all the way forward so your nose nestles in his pubic hair and his balls hit your chin.  He pumps his load down your throat so at least you don't have to taste it, though it still feels gross sliding down into your stomach.  You suddenly realize you can't breathe and you panic a little before Mr. Hilliard pushes your head back.  A string of his semen and your saliva connects your lips to the tip of his dick as you stare up into his leering face.  Then the continued pounding of Chief Johnson into your nether regions sets off yet another orgasm in you and you screw your eyes shut and try to bite your tongue in order to hide it.  You silently curse your body's betrayal, but then thankfully, you feel Chief Johnson's dick spasming inside you and realize that you have, unconsciously, been squeezing his dick with your pussy muscles as tightly as you could.  You are thankful for the spasming since you assume that means he's coming too and this nightmare will soon be over.  Your thigh muscles hurt, your throat, pussy, and ass are sore and you're not quite sure how much of this you can take.<<set $oralExp += 1>><<set $analExp += 1>><<set $vagExp += 1>><<set $loads += 1>><<set $dp += 1>>

Thankfully you're correct and Chief Johnson pulls his genitals out of yours.  He then pulls the nightstick out of your ass.  Your anus clenches against it, apparently reluctant to have it leave, but you still breathe a sigh of relief.  The two men get their clothing sorted and Chief Johnson then stands you up and unlocks the handcuffs.  You rub your wrists to restore the circulation.  "Well," Chief Johnson says, "you're a hell of a fuck, Parker.  Thanks a lot, but I've got to get going now."

Your jaw hangs open, in disbelief that he's //thanking// you after raping you.  Chief Johnson walks out of the room, closing the door behind him, while Mr. Hilliard says, "Yes, your oral skills are a little lacking, but that will come with experience.  You certainly have a lot of enthusiasm and that counts for a lot.  I'm sure you'll be a great cocksucker in very little time.  You should get dressed now, Parker.  You're dismissed."  You're in complete disbelief.  You've just been raped by two men and they're both acting like you //wanted// it.

[[Get dressed and get the hell out of here!]]


:: Get dressed and get the hell out of here!
[[You]] decide not to respond and simply get dressed as fast as you can.  "Oh," [[Mr. Hilliard]] says.  "Please send Mrs. Anderson back in, will you, Parker?"  He then sits at his desk and starts doing something on his computer.  As you're getting dressed, you suddenly hear a woman's voice crying out from the other side of the door.  You think it's Mrs. Anderson and it's definitely a very noisy orgasm.  You shudder again at this town (is everybody in this town a sex fiend?) and are determined now to escape as soon as possible.

You finally finish dressing, painfully aware that you're leaking Chief Johnson's sperm into your boxers, and open the door to exit.  As you do, you see that [[Mrs. Anderson]] is now seated at the receptionist's desk and [[Stephanie]] seems to be just getting off the floor.  You look Stephanie in the face and see that the lower half of her face is wet and glistening.  It's quite obvious what she has just finished doing.  Mrs. Anderson crooks a finger at Stephanie and she leans over and kisses Mrs. Anderson on the lips.  "Thank you, Stephanie," Mrs. Anderson says, rising to her feet.  "I will be sure to tell Mr. Hilliard that your performance here is eminently satisfactory."

Stephanie blushes and wipes her face on her sleeve.  "Thank you, Mrs. Anderson," she says and curtsies.  Mrs. Anderson rises from the chair.  "Are you all done now, Parker?" she says.  "Does Mr. Hilliard wish to see me?"

You nod, still in shock.  Mrs. Anderson sweeps by you with her usual aristocratic bearing and enters Mr. Hilliard's office, closing the door behind her.  You are amazed at how nonchalant and put together she is for a woman who was having what sounded like a rather explosive orgasm just a minute ago.

Stephanie sits down at her desk and waves you over to the chair.  "You've still got some coffee left, honey.  Why don't you sit down and finish that?  I'm sure you need a pick-me-up.  It sounded to me like they rode you hard and put you away wet.  You must be very proud.  Mr. Hilliard almost never uses a student like that.  He must think you're something special."

You can't hold your tongue any longer.  "They raped me!" you say.  She looks at you with what appears to be genuine consternation on her face, but then she suddenly laughs.

"Oh!" she says.  "Were you doing a little role playing?  That's cute.  Sometimes Mr. Hilliard and I do that too.  You know - the Big Bad Boss and the Innocent Secretary or the Evil Principal and the Stuck Up Cheerleader.  Like you, I can never keep it up for long though.  It's not long before I'm yelling things like 'Pound me with your big cock' just like you were."

"I did //not// say that!" you exclaim.

She looks a bit puzzled.  "I admit you might have said 'huge' instead," she says and shrugs.  "Don't know why it matters though."  You give up arguing the point and wait for Mrs. Anderson.

Mrs. Anderson comes out and says, "Thank you, Stephanie.  Come along, Parker.  Let's go home."  You don't really have much choice at this point, so you figure you'll go along with her.  She doesn't have the equipment to rape you after all and she probably isn't that horny after enjoying Stephanie's oral ministrations.

[[Go back to the mansion with Mrs. Anderson.]]


:: Go back to the mansion with Mrs. Anderson.
As soon as the two of you get out the door, [[you|You]] lay into her.  "You bitch!" you yell.  "You got me raped again!"  You throw yourself at her, bursting into tears and beating your tiny fists against her torso.

[[Mrs. Anderson]] grabs hold of you and says, "Calm down, Parker, and listen to me!  I think I've figured out what's happening.  Now get into the car."

[[Molly]] holds the door open and Mrs. Anderson half pushes you inside.  Mrs. Anderson gets in the other side and the car starts driving.

"All right, Parker," Mrs. Anderson says.  "After talking with Mr. Hilliard, I think I know what has gone wrong.  It is clear that you were meant to be a cock-hungry slut, which is what you've become."

"I'm not...!" you begin, but she cuts you off.

"However, I think I may have accidentally accelerated the Process on you by making you admit that you weren't a man before your conscious mind was ready for the transition you were destined to make.  I think you're experiencing some sort of dissonance.  You just can't accept what you are yet.  Worse, whenever you get into a sexual situation, your desire to be taken is causing you to throw off powerful pheromones which is making you absolutely irresistible to men."

"I don't have any desires!" you protest.  "I don't want this to happen at all!"

"Chief Johnson said he has never seen a pussy so wet and so aroused or seen anybody come so hard.  And believe me, he's seen a lot of pussies and made a lot of girls come!  As unpleasant as it might seem right now, you're going to spend a lot of the rest of your life on your back or on your knees.  You should really try as hard as you can to accept it."

"I'm not even a girl!" you whine in your high-pitched voice.

//FIXME -- There being no way to continue from here is a bug in the original game.  Sorry!  Please back up and choose some other option until this is fixed!  ;( //