ditzy-dolls:Norah didn’t know where the game started, or how she got on whatever mailing list distri
ditzy-dolls:Norah didn’t know where the game started, or how she got on whatever mailing list distributed it. There was just an email one day. “ROUND 17″, the subject line said. The sender’s name was listed as daily-challenge-links, and it appeared to have been sent to ‘players_list’. The other ‘players’ must have been blind-copied, because Norah couldn’t see who they were. It was the kind of thing that her spam filter usually caught, but there it was in her inbox. “Click here for today’s challenge!” the link at the top said, with no other intro or explanatory information. “Here are the leaderboards so far!” Below that was a list of some 200 names, ranked by a score of some sort. The higher-scoring tiers had actual names and little avatars, all of which appeared to be cute selfies. The lower-scored players had generic-looking default usernames and blank avatars. Highlighted in a soft pink, down at the bottom, Norah found what was apparently herself - zero points, with the name ‘newplayer_417_np’ - placed at #189, deep amongst all the other zero-score players who must’ve been spammed with this same email.If this was spam, it was pretty elaborate. She hovered her mouse over the ‘today’s challenge’ link hesitantly. The URL it showed looked normal enough - something called ‘daily challenge dot com’, with a quick ID number after that. Nothing obviously indicating malware or phishing attempts or whatever. Sighing to herself but unable to resist her curiosity, Norah clicked.“Welcome, new player!” a bright text header cried at her. “Please, pick a username!” Norah tried a few things - basically just anonymous scrambles of letters, trying to avoid giving any personal information at all - but the site rejected all of them. “Please pick an *appropriate* username,” it nudged her each time. Eventually the site accepted her sarcastic choice of ‘anappropriateusername’ and it pushed her to the next screen. A five-by-five grid illuminated in pastel greens and yellows greeted her. Little blocks filled in the grid, and Norah found that she could direct them around with the arrow keys. It was a simple enough game - matching colors combined to form a new color, which bumped up the score. Sort of like 2048, she thought, without the numbers. It was simplistic, but sort of zen-like. She fell into an easy rhythm of pushing the blocks around as they appeared, and played through some twenty minutes before the screen was full and she was out of moves.“Great job!” the screen said, with little pink-and-purple fireworks bursting around it. Norah smiled to herself. The leaderboard appeared on the screen again, and her score went up by fifty points. A little animation showed the soft pink bar containing her new username zipping up the leaderboards, all the way to #155. Norah felt a quick surge as that happened - pride, or excitement, or something. She’d never been much of a video game girl, but she could be competitive, and moving up in the competition always felt good.“See you tomorrow for the next challenge!” the site said, and then her browser closed itself. Huh. Well, that was actually kind of fun. The next day, a new email arrived. “ROUND 18″, it said. Inside was a new link, updated leaderboards, and a new challenge. Again it was a silly little game. Norah controlled a little cartoon bird that flew through obstacles until she mistimed a flap of its wings and crashed. Another forty points. Norah’s heart raced a bit as she climbed the leaderboards again. #126!Each day a new game came in. Norah figured out the timing - they usually arrived between two and three in the afternoon. She set aside a little time to play each new challenge immediately. They were all just silly little games, all cutesy colors and chirpy video-game music, but they were fun and diverting and moving up the leaderboard was a unique thrill. Around round 25, Norah found her progress slowing. No matter how well she did on the games, she’d only earn a dozen points at most. She was #70 on the leaderboards and seemed stuck there. As she finished up a game and didn’t move anywhere, her frustration caused her to audibly whine a little, wanting to see that board-climbing animation and being denied. As if the site knew how she was feeling, a message appeared.“HINT: Premium players get bonus points for every completed challenge! Just sign up and complete your verification to unlock new games and earn TRIPLE points!”Norah quickly clicked the offered link. Triple? That’d do the trick for sure.Verification was a little odd. She was expecting to be charged some monthly fee that’d be small enough to ignore, the sort of thing the people behind the app would hope you’d forget about so they could charge you $1.99 a month for perpetuity. Instead, they just wanted ID. Name, age, marital status, employment status, city of residence, things like that. It was *way* more than Norah intended to give, but this daily challenge had become such a big part of her day, it seemed like a fair trade.At the game’s insistence, she said goodbye to ‘anappropriateusername’, switching her username to the suggested ‘Norah Petersen’. She uploaded an avatar, a smiling selfie. Privacy, sure, yeah, but… well, the game insisted. That’s what it took to unlock the next level.Just like that, she was on the move again. #59!The new tier of play was about the same. The games were a little longer, keeping her fixated for up to half an hour sometimes. There were little ways to earn bonus points after each game, unrelated to the game itself. ‘Watch this ad from our sponsor for five extra points!’, things like that. Occasionally there were bigger boosts for other things. Once, she was offered twenty points for giving the email addresses of five friends who’d enjoy the game. Norah didn’t want to spam her friends, of course, but… well, twenty points is twenty points.Norah was at #33 when she was offered fifty extra points for uploading an intro video. Just a quick video where she said hello, gave her name, that kind of thing. Seemed weird - they had all that info already, right? - but she did it.Two days later she got the same offer, but for more points if she did it wearing a skirt. That set off some distant alarm bells, but she’d been stuck in the 30s for days and wanted to break that. She changed and did the video again. The games themselves became briefer and less involved, focusing more on the real-life tasks. Eventually, they disappeared entirely. The ‘daily challenge’ was simply a list of what kind of photos to take, what personal information to upload, what sort of video to record. Norah was #28 and determined to crack the top twenty-five.The first time she tried to stop - like, really tried - was when the daily challenge was to upload nudes of herself. She closed the window immediately, horrified. The browser didn’t close outright, though. A warning window came up first. “Are you SURE you want to quit Daily Challenge? You will lose ALL of your progress!”Norah’s heart sank at that. She’d worked so hard to get this far! She was one of the top players. The thought of losing all of that made her feel deeply bereft in a way that startled her.She hesitated and clicked ‘no’. The challenge sat there, waiting for her. Upload nudes. Simple as that.Of course she did it. Blushing, horrified with herself, confused, frightened. All of those negative feelings washed away, though, as she watched the lovely pink ‘Norah Petersen’ title slide gracefully all the way up to #23!The next several days were similar - upload nudes in the following poses. Norah found that once she’d done the first, more weren’t really an issue. Even the requested video of herself, naked and dancing to some silly pop song, was pretty easy to do. Anything to progress up the board.The challenges got more demanding from there. Go to the following store and buy this product - nearly always some kind of lingerie or revealing outfit. The next day’s challenge would be to upload pictures or video of herself wearing it. Then came challenges that Norah didn’t understand the mechanisms behind - how would the game know, for example, if she really did get herself off in a public restroom? There was always a ‘click here when complete!’ link, and Norah couldn’t bring herself to lie. Shortly thereafter, the game gave another notification. “You’re doing a GREAT job! Keep in mind, the top 10 is for ELITE players only. To crack that, you have to show INITIATIVE. There are secret ways to earn points that you’ll have to find. GOOD LUCK!” Norah looked at the names in the top ten. All women, all with - she noticed for the first time - extremely revealing avatars. Full-body nudes, nearly all of them. Norah updated her avatar to match - a picture of herself, undressed, fully exposed, legs open and hand playing gently between them. She immediately moved up to #11. The daily challenge became simple at that point. Each day, the link brought her to a blank page with an upload button. She could send in whatever she wanted. The only instructions were two simple words in stark black:“Impress us.”Norah sent in videos of herself masturbating. She sent in videos of herself in the shower. She even hid a camera in her room and recorded herself being fucked by a random guy she picked up at a bar. She got points for these, enough to maintain her spot, but not get her beyond #7.One day, she uploaded information. Name and address, sure, but also every phone number and email address in her contact list. She sent in her social security number and checking account info. She sent in every login & password combo she could think of. Every piece of private information she normally would have protected, she sent. That rapidly pushed her to #4. Norah spent the rest of the day looking at that spot on the leaderboard, rubbing herself to a series of truly electric orgasms.Noticing the look that was common among the other girls in the top ten, Norah made an appointment with a plastic surgeon. She took a screenshot of the confirmation email, showing she was scheduled to get her tits enhanced, and uploaded that. #3.When those were done, the video she uploaded - a compilation put together over three days, a dozen different anonymous men cumming on her new, perfectly fake and round tits - pushed her to #2.Finally, in a haze of need and eagerness, Norah uploaded the video she thought would finally do the trick.“My name is Norah Petersen,” she said into the camera, “but only if you want it to be. I’ll change it if you tell me to. I’ll be anyone you want. I’ll change my body. I’ll do whatever you need. You can fuck me - *anyone* can fuck me. Anyone you say. Just tell me what to do. The only thing I care about it being number one. I’ll say anything, give anything, *do* anything.”Naked and rubbing herself desperately, Norah leaned back, making sure the camera could see everything. “Please. Please, just tell me what to do. This is all I think about. All I care about. My whole life is about being number one. I understand now, finally. I’m a slave to the daily challenge. I belong to you. I just want to be the *best* slave, the number-one slave. “You know where I live. Come and get me, or tell me where to go. Tell me to do anything. I’ll obey. I’ll obey better than anyone. It’s all I want to do. I don’t know who you are and I don’t care. I’ll do what you want. Anything you want. Please. Please, let me.“My name is Norah Petersen, and I want to be number one.”Norah clicked upload, and with wide and waiting eyes, watched the leaderboard. -- source link
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