u/AllAboardTheRailroad

You had been having the most wonderful vacation. A breakup from a relationship that was going nowhere and a sudden redundancy package from a job you'd hated suddenly meant that you had time and money to finally do something you'd always wanted to do: travel.

You'd looked on a website, found the most interesting destination you could find, and just went. The same day. When you got there it was incredible. You'd been a tourist, you'd spent time on the beach, you'd spoken to the wonderful, pleasant and friendly locals. It had been an amazing couple of weeks. But you began to want to see some of the rest of this country, and not just the resort city filled with tourist destinations.

So, you'd booked a hotel in a smaller city and gotten a bus there. Sure, it didn't have all the amazing tourist dining or bars or attractions, but it was a more authentic experience of the culture. You didn't really notice the long glances you were getting. The dark stares. The men that would follow you a couple of blocks at a time. You were much too busy having fun.

And then on your second night in the city, coming back to the hotel a little late and finding the restaurant closed, you decided to step into the little bar next door. If nothing else maybe you could grab some fries and a drink. The barman was... pleasant, if a little over friendly. But you got a table and a complimentary drink, and then remembered nothing else.

You had no idea how much time passed, only that when you awoke again it was in a dank little hotel room. You're stripped naked, your hands tied up above your head to the bed posts, your huge tits on display. In the corner of the room, set up on a tripod and pointed at you, is a video camera. The red light on it, you assume, means you're being recorded.

As you regain consciousness, you begin to hear the sound of the door opening.

Your boyfriend couldn't stop telling you how important this party was to him. First it was that he had to go. Then it was how much better it would be to have his beautiful girlfriend on his arm. Then it was "I always get tongue-tied around the senior partners, could you maybe talk to my boss for me at the party. I'm sure you can sell me much better than I could."

It wasn't until you were at the party, a swanky sort of thing -- black tie and evening dresses -- and he pointed me out that you realized that I was one of those anthros you'd kept hearing about. The ones that had only recently been allowed to immigrate into the country, and seemed to be spending their time snatching up all the best jobs, and most of the beautiful celebrities.

I was a good foot and a half taller than the next nearest person in here, and a good two feet clear of your boyfriend, with a broad, muscular physique to match. You saw me move around the party with the kind of charm and ease that you'd never seen your boyfriend operate with.

"Go, please, talk to him," he'd urged you.

And so you'd found yourself stepping into my orbit. Getting sucked in, really. I'd turned those dark eyes on you, a curious little smirk on my face, and taken your hand, pressing my mouth against it.

"You know, I thought I knew all the models invited to this party," I said, lifting my head up, and smiling at you. "But I don't know the name of the most beautiful one here. I'm Lars Hendricks, and the pleasure is all mine."

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For clarity, this is a human!femalexmale!anthro plot.

You can expect the following kinds of content in this game: cheating, oral, anal, face fucking, free use, risky/public sex, hair pulling, spanking, restraints, humiliation, impact play, choking, degradation, facials, cumplay, age gaps, size differences, unusual cocks, raceplay (anthros)

Please note, I'm only interested in playing via Discord.

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Interested? Awesome, drop me a chat with the following details:

Your name (or whatever you want me to call you)

Your kinks (hit the highlights. I’m very flexible here, provided you don’t ask me to sub)

Your limits (please be exhaustive)

A character concept/refs or anything else to indicate what you intend to play

Your discord username

It's late on a Thursday night when you receive the email. You ought to have been doing something productive, but inevitably found yourself browsing reddit instead, rolling your eyes at the posts and videos.

The email title simply reading "Your Life is Over". The body of the email is blunt and to the point:

I am about to make your life VERY unpleasant.
Unless you want your parents, and everyone at your church to see these photographs, you're going to play along and do exactly what I say.

There are twelve attachments, and when you open the first one, your stomach drops. It's an incredibly high-res picture of you, and your sister, drinking from red plastic cups in the midst of a game of beer pong, some of the liquid spilling down your shirts. The photograph is clearly from the party you two surreptitiously attended the previous week, in defiance of your parents.

As you open each attachment in turn, each photograph gets progressively worse: the two of you taking shots, one of just you dancing on a table, another of Molly making out with a member of the football team. A photograph of you with 'slut' jokingly written on your forehead in lipstick The pictures culminate with a photograph of the two of you laying on a table, as two of your male friends take body shots off your bared stomachs, the slightest hint of your bras visible beneath your hiked shirts.

For most girls your age, this would be a youthful transgression. Not exactly something to be proud of, but something soon forgotten. But for you, with the family that you have, these photos would be a death knell to not only your social life for not only the foreseeable future, but also, likely, the end of your college careers before they'd even begun.

As you're staring at that final image, another email arrives:

I'm sure you've had a chance to see the photographs by now, and know that they will ruin you both. Meet us under the flyover on Pacific Walk. You have an hour.