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The road stretches on before us, as it had yesterday, and as it presumably will tomorrow. We pass a road sign. "Harrisburg, 178 miles." That's our destination, at least for today, and assuming I keep the speedometer at the government approved 70 miles per hour, and we don't stop for coffee, or the bathroom, or for traffic, that's two and a half hours. But the car we've been assigned struggles to make it to 65, and the air conditioning crapped out on the first day, and so we've been stopping frequently to onboard and offboard fluids, and to drink cool sodas, and to regret our life choices.
Like all government programs, the idea that formed the kernel of ours, had been a good one. But it had been established in the forties, when the number of towns to visit had been considerably fewer and the number of employees considerably higher. It had been the golden age of the motorcar, and air travel had been expensive. The times had changed, but the procedures, enshrined in law by one good meaning bureaucrat, had proven impossible to update.
So, we were stuck in each other's company on tortuously long drives, just like those before us for near enough eighty years. We'd drive from one city to the next, stay overnight in a cheap motel, do our audit the following morning, and then set out again. Sometimes, jobs would be in close proximity, and we'd get two nights in the same motel, with no driving. Practically paradise, except maybe for the company.
I'm Noah Stone, and I've served "in the field" for the longest of anyone left on the program. You'd been assigned to me when you joined the program barely out of college. This was the way it always had been, the older agents teaching the newer, a modern day apprenticeship.
I'm in my middle fifties, and tall, my hair flecked with grey, and my face clean shaven in the mornings, and sprouted with stubble after half a day's drive. I wore those thick black-rimmed glasses they'd worn in the sixties, that on anyone else might have contributed to a sense of ironic chic. But there was nothing ironic about them, or the suit that I wore every day, even for driving, even though they'd scrapped the dress requirements a decade ago.
I was good looking, though. In a Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch sort of way. Spoiled, somewhat, by the fact that I called you "miss", and wore an aftershave that was hauntingly familiar, like something your dad or even your grandfather might have worn.
We pass another road sign. "Harrisburg, 163 miles."
The sun beats down on the car. The car, painted black, absorbs the heat. The temperature rises inside. I loosen my tie, and then, take it off. An unprecedented move. The radio, which has been warbling in and out of stations for an hour dies.
I look over at you, a rueful smile on my face. "Hot today, eh? Keep an eye out for a stopping place and we'll refill on beverages."
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Howdy. Looking for someone with an interest in slow burn, lengthy posts, gradual corruption and bureaucratic horror to play a detailed RP with me. In essence, my character is slowly going to turn yours, through a steadily increasing series of “accidents” and “coincidences” into my passenger seat fucktoy. Maybe you’ll enjoy it. Maybe you just really need that paycheck.
When your son Jason had told you that his best friend had nowhere else to go for the summer, you’d insisted that I ought to come to stay with your family. What you hadn’t realized is that in the year I’d been away at college, I’d grown up into a tall, handsome, charming Adonis. It only took one afternoon standing next to the pool, my package bulging in my trunks, for you to know that you were in really big trouble.
Kinks: oral, anal, face fucking, free use, risky/public sex, hair pulling, spanking, restraints, humiliation, impact play, choking, degradation, facials, cumplay, age gaps, size differences, manipulation, non-con, dubcon, blackmail
“Oh goddess! Yes!” PLAP PLAP PLAP “Oh goddess! Yes!” PLAPPLAPPLAP “Yes! Oh by the divine.” PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP “Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeee!”
Not one of you had ever heard Reina swear before she’d met me. She’d been raised deep in a nunnery, dedicated to the Sisterhood of the Covenant, a cleric of the Saint of Whispers, a woman who had taken a vow of chastity as her first words and had held it more than a score of birthdays. Since joining the Company of the Rose she’d faced hordes of orcs, quivering monstrosities and even, memorably, a dragon, with only the slightest frown on her face. Now she was separated from the rest of the party by a thin wall of fabric moaning and swearing like a two copper market whore
For a newbie adventurer, no less.
“That’s the fourth time she’s cum,” growled Ferrow, running the blade of her axe across the whetstone pressed into the mud before her. The scraping of the steel sounding only a fraction as angry as the barely clad warrior did. “I’m almost jealous.”
“You could sleep with anyone you wanted,” replies Elvira, the flickering firelight illuminating only the vaguest lines of her face in the deep recesses of her hood. Nonetheless, it’s evident that her expression is one of utter disgust. “Surely you wouldn’t fuck that weakling?”
“He didn’t seem that much of a weakling when he crushed that greater demon,” said Nethki, pushing back her tall, pointed hat from her slender, pointed ears, and drumming her fingers against her thick tome of spells. “We’d have all been doomed if he hadn’t stepped in. We were lucky.”
“Lucky that Reina was willing to take one for—“ another waiting cacophony of moans escapes the tent interrupting Ferrow mid sentence. She blinks and shudders. “— should I say ‘five for the team’?”
“I should not have allowed this,” says Chastity, her face as cold and hard as the gleaming silver plates of her armor. Her tone as foreboding as the scowling lion head of her Patron Saint emblazoned on the shield resting beside her. “Party members are supposed to work together, not bargain amongst each other for our lives.”
“And yet here we are,” says Nethiki. “She swore an oath. She would no sooner go back on her word than you. Unless you’re saying you would?”
Chastity seems torn on that one, but is saved from having to answer by the tent flap suddenly opening, and Reina steps out into your midst. You’ve never seen her look anything other than pristine and painfully proper, but now she looks — and there’s no other word for it — wanton.
Her face is a smeared mess of makeup, spittle and cum. The modestly of her curvy figure normally hidden beneath thick linen robes is instead covered only by a small blanket she holds half-heartedly across her heaving chest. Around its edges you can see the results of my attentions: red finger marks on the skin of her hips, dark blossoming love bites running up her pale slender neck, a glistening mess dribbling down her inner thighs.
“He’s hungry,” she says, by way of explanation, crouching beside the fire and collecting a bowl of stew and a loaf of bread. “I hope we’re not being too loud in there.”
“Reina, surely your oath is fulfilled now,” says Chastity, her tone imploring. “You needn’t go back to him.”
“The oath was ‘one whole night’,” she replies, and then giggles. Not a single one of you have ever seen the taciturn cleric so much as smile. “Besides, I don’t mind at all.”
With that she returns to the tent displaying, as she does, the big red handprints on her wide, curvy backside. It doesn’t take long for the noises to start again: the grunting, the plaplaplap of skin on skin, and the desperate, wanton moaning of the party’s cleric.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh yes! Yes! YEEEEEESSSSSS!”
Howdy. Thanks for reading. I’m looking for someone interested in building this premise out into a fully fledged narrative with me.
As I hope was evident from the appetizer above, this is going to be a corruption story, set in a fantasy world. The basic premise being that an all female adventuring party has an inexperienced male member parachuted into their midst as an act of nepotism. Worse still, he’s an arrogant, misogynistic braggart. Unfortunately, it turns out that his arrogance is entirely justified as he pulls the party out of increasingly dangerous situations with his strength and skill, each time extracting unusual compensation from his party members. Little by little corrupting them to his perverted and twisted ends.
I’m envisaging this as a sort of unusual slow burn. Slow in that it takes a long time for our characters to do the deed, but unusual in that in the meantime, you watch your party members succumb one by one to this interloper in your group in a series of implied or explicit sex scenes.
Ideally, the person undertaking this with me would be literate, narrative focused and would be willing to work with me to share responsibility for the other party members and the plot, as well as our own characters. I’m much more interested in writing with someone who brings their own ideas, motivations and desires into the narrative.
Obviously, the main kinks and themes in this are going to be corruption, dom/sub and three/moresomes. But my own list of desires is pretty broad: oral, anal, face fucking, free use, risky/public sex, hair pulling, spanking, restraints, humiliation, impact play, choking, degradation, facials, cumplay, age gaps, size differences, contract play, outfit play, manipulation, non-con, dubcon, blackmail. But these are all negotiable to a greater or lesser extent.
My only real limits or exclusions are: my character switching or subbing, scat, sexual gore, guro, and filth.
If this is interesting to you, drop me a message with the character you’d like to play, your kinks and limits, any ideas for the party or scenes you’d like to see, and any other information you think I ought to know.
A couple of final thoughts: I dressed this up as anime fantasy, but it could easily be adapted to a more traditional western fantasy, both are equally appealing. Secondly, I’d be very interested in playing via Discord rather than Reddit chat, so if that’s your preference too, let me know.
Your party has been established for years— a girls only super party of B-Rank adventurers and above. This all changes when the guildmaster assigns his son, a newbie adventurer, to your party.
At first you all assume I’m going to be a waste of space, a useless nepo-baby. And my bored, nonchalant arrogance winds you all up the wrong way. But then when the party is ambushed by an overwhelming enemy, I ask one of the party if they’ll sleep with me if I save you all. In desperation she agrees. Then you’re all stunned as I destroy the enemy with casual ease.
That night you all listen to the passionate wails your formerly reserved party member lets out as I pound her in my tent. The next morning she’s like a completely different person, besotted with me and my cock.
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When your husband had told you he was going away for three weeks for work, you’d worried that he might be the one who’d stray.
“Don’t worry,” he’d told you, laughing and kissing you on the cheek on his way out the door. “Who wants hamburger when you’ve got steak at home. It’ll be fine. By the way, I’ve left money on the dresser for the new pool boy.”
That hadn’t made you feel much better. But, what could you do? Refuse to let him go?
Of course, then I’d shown up the following morning and you’d known from the off that you were in trouble. Half your age, and with a bronze sun-kissed body like a swimsuit model. Swim shorts pulled right across a package that would have made a delivery driver pause for thought.
Your body had reacted in a way you’ve never felt. It was like there was a monsoon jn your panties and a fire beneath your skin. Feral, that’s the only word you could think of. You’d gone feral.
All worries about your husband has suddenly gone out of the window to be replaced with… bargaining. It couldn’t hurt, right? He’d never know. Maybe he intended this to happen? Set you up with a nice little present? Listen if he didn’t want this, he shouldn’t have gone away, right? Right?
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