u/DeadPoetsHeir2

Lily's terrified, agonizing scream pierced the dead of night only to be instantly muffled by a large hand covering her face completely. Her adrenaline surged, and she struggled with all her might, but it was no match for the strength of the men surrounding her bed, holding her down. Within seconds, her arms and legs were zip-tied to the bedposts, leaving her spreadeagled on display for them.

Before she could fully process what was happening to her, one of the men hovering over her reached down and, pressing his thumb and index finger into her cheeks, easily popped her mouth open. He swiftly emptied the liquid contents of a plastic syringe they had brought with them into her defenseless mouth and slammed it shut, holding it closed until she swallowed. The men exchanged a look. Now all they had to do was wait.

The potent designer drug cocktail they had given her began acting quickly. Her eyes widened and she let out a small, resigned whimper as the effects were taking hold. She felt her skin tingling with sensitivity, and a wave of nearly unbearable heat spread through her, hitching her breathing faster and deeper.

It was hitting her. The rush was coming on now. She could feel it. Another small moan escaped her lips as a euphoric surge shook her, the first of many. Her face was flushed, burning crimson, made only worse by the fact that the men were watching her keenly, obviously aware of what was happening to her. Savoring it.

Lily heard their voices as if from afar. Like she was watching this happen to herself. And… she wanted them to be closer. She wanted to feel them. To be near them. To bury her face in their skin and take in their scent. She shook my head as a moment of clarity took her back. This couldn’t be happening. Then another wave of indescribable pleasure hit her. Her mind was melting.

G-guys…,” she stammered haltingly. “W... what did you give me?” she wanted to sound calm and defiant, but her cheeks were burning, and she couldn’t believe the thoughts she was having. These men were right, this was what she had always wanted. She damn near moaned again at the thought and hoped they wouldn’t notice. They did.

“I… “Ngh….nnnnn.… Would it be ok if you… mmmm... if you just touched me a little,” she looked to one side as she spoke, more ashamed of how turned on this made her than of the confession itself.

“Like… Oh god... like... maybe start at my legs and.... and run your hand up,” she asked the man who was the leader, still disbelieving what she was hearing herself say. Her whole body screamed for attention as she arched her back, straining against her binds.

"P... please...." her begging came urgent and feverish, the burning need between her legs clouding her mind, splitting her personality off, turning her... into someone else. "Please," she whispered again, "please, I'll do anything... just... please let me cum..." she felt hot tears of shame running down her cheeks as she pleaded with her rapists.

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Hi DPP, this is for the dark and depraved lovers. A pretty girl is trapped in her own bed by home invasion intruders and drugged to become their pliant, eager toy. A cliche, yes, but who cares as long as we write it hot!

I’m an experienced, literate, and creative RP’er looking for equally depraved and consistent partners with a strong preference for long-term storytelling. This is a starting prompt for a range of outcomes exploring themes of non-con, domination, corruption, gangbang, raceplay, humiliation, mind-breaking, aphrodisiacs, free use, strangle play and many others.

Looking forward to hearing from you if this piqued your curiosity.

I could almost hear her. If I tilted my head just right and really listened, I could almost hear the soft, muffled whimpers my wife was making across the wall in the other room. Almost. It was hard to hear her over the incoherent moans of the girl bouncing astride my cock, her beautiful tits jiggling in unison with her rising cries.

A few minutes later, when I flipped the little whore face down into a pillow, the sounds from the other room came through more clearly. Poor thing was crying again. I haven’t allowed her to cum in days as we both prepared for my weekend of debauchery. By now, she had accepted that the orgasms were for other, better girls. She accepted her place and even found a little dignity in her privilege of cleaning my cock after a night of fucking. But it was still hard for her to bear, and she sometimes cried from shame and humiliation of it, even as she edged herself to the sounds of her husband fucking a young starlet.

The girl in my bed was finally sound asleep, after screaming herself hoarse for hours. I stepped out from our bedroom and took a piss. On the way back, I detoured to check on you, knowing you’d be wide awake, soaked and very alert. Opening the door briefly and barely looking at you, I tossed you the other girl’s soaked panties.

“You know the drill,” I told you coldly, my half-erect cock still dripping cum into the floor in your room. “Put these around your neck and edge yourself while we sleep. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you lick me clean after our morning fuck.”

My cock throbbed as I caught the look of pained adoration on your face just before slamming the door shut.

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Hey DPP, I love cuckqueens of all sizes and shapes and motivations, and I would love to write an intensely hot and depraved story exploring the lifestyle of such a couple.

It won’t be easy, but the orgasms you will earn with your selfless devotion will leave you completely unraveled and trembling for more. And of course, there’s also always room for the happy girl getting railed. Whether it’s your first and only time or a regular visit, you love the idea of another woman gooning her brains out and desperately waiting for her turn in the other room while you enjoy yourself.

I’m looking forward to hearing from you if I piqued your curiosity.

Face-Ripper pushed the captured vault girl into a small cage that already housed several other women captured by the Legion earlier. The wide-eyed undergrounder seemed to barely comprehend what was happening to her. She crouched in the corner, hugging her knees and trembling.

The cage also held a butch caravan guard, a sturdy woman who looked like a gold-star lesbian in her forties, and two villagers, a mother and daughter who clung to one another as if their lives depended on it. There were standing orders not to despoil any of them, as requested by the buyer. But... who was going to know, figured Face-Ripper.

“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, who is Daddy’s little hoe,” his finger stopped at the female guard, who shook her head nervously.

“You, sweetheart. You’re going to be a very good girl for Daddy,” he said as he dragged out a cuffed and shackled guard and set her down on the ground with her back against the cage bars.

Standing over her, he pulled out his backup revolver from his hip holster and extracted all but one bullet from the drum. He spun it, stuck it in the woman's mouth and pulled the trigger. Click. Her eyes went wild, and she jumped. He spun it again. Click. The woman tried to say something with the muzzle still deep in her mouth.

“You’re getting the picture, aren’t you, sweetie?” Inquired Face-Ripper casually. “Go on and suck that gun like a good whore to show me you understand.”

He spun the drum again. Mewling and wincing, the prisoner dutifully fellatioed the gun as the man watched her with a hungry look on his face. Satisfied that she was properly motivated, he pulled down his cargo pants and pushed his throbbing cock into her face.

“You got three minutes to get me off, lover girl, or we go back to playing our little game. Now you wish you had more experience with one of those, don't you?" He sneered at her as he rammed his cock into her defenseless mouth.

It didn’t take that long, and after a couple of minutes of smothering and grinding against her face, he came hard. His hips clenched and moved uncontrollably, and he slammed into her mouth hard, hitting the back of her head on the bars. With a low growl, he squeezed his face between his thighs as his orgasm shook him.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred. “So good that I’m going to give you a little treat.”

He wrapped her hair around his wrist and made her walk on her hands and knees to a rusty and half-rotten picnic table a few paces away. With a gun to her head, he made her lie on the table and kicked her legs open.

“This is gonna hurt, honey,” he said with mock sympathy. “It’s going to hurt a whole lot. You just be a good girl and be brave for Daddy, yeah?”

Without any lubrication or preparation, he slammed his hard cock into her pussy, forcing a loud agonizing scream out of her.

“Shhh,” he crooned, “I know you’re loving it, but not so loud. Gromm is gonna yell at me again for raping prisoners."

He wrapped a thick leather belt around her neck and tightened it hard enough so that only muffled gurgling noises now escaped her lungs, and her eyes bulged and teared.

He fucked the unfortunate caravan guard with long, hard, vicious strokes, his lower jaw extended into a mask of fury, slowly and inexorably tightening the belt on her throat. The woman, whose hands were cuffed behind her back, tried to tap him as her hoarse gurgling got more intense and desperate.

“Shhh, baby, Daddy is almost there,” snarled Face-Ripper, yanking the belt tighter still in one hard motion.

“Huk… huk…huk…huk,” he quickened the pace, inflamed by the sounds of her surrender.

“Huk..huk.. oh.... YEEEAHHHH” Face-Ripper came hard again, smacking the woman's ass patronizingly as he felt her tighten around him. Then he leaned over her and kissed her on the cheek.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me, sweetie?” He asked innocently.

He pulled his cock out of her, and her eyes widened as she felt his thick cum oozing out and running down her thighs.

Face-ripper turned to the other women huddling together in the cage.

"Now... which one of you cuties is going to be a good girl and clean Daddy's cock?" he crooned at them as they stared at his throbbing monster.

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Hey DPP, welcome to the cruel and unforgiving world of Fallout. I'm looking to build a story of the adventures of a gang of raiders in the Fallout universe. You probably get the idea of what they get up to.

I'd love to GM for you as you encounter various characters and challenges along the way, other victims, enemies, traders, customers, and bounty hunters. I'm looking for creative, consistent, and very depraved partners for intensely sexy work on a long-term world and character building. And of course, it's completely fine if you're unfamiliar with the Fallout universe, at the end of the day, it's all about the collaborative spirit. Most kinks are welcome and will find their purveyor in this universe, but we will especially explore non-con, humiliation, domination, corruption, orgasm control, mind breaking, aphrodisiacs, romance, bad ending, and other themes.

I would love to hear from you if this piqued your curiosity.

'Have you been a bad girl?'

My voice echoed in Mia’s head with such clarity that she inadvertently hastened her step. Her cheeks burned with a familiar rush of blood. She was practically running the last few dozen feet before entering the sprawling lobby of my hotel, the urgent drumming of her high heels on the hard pavement carrying over the loud bustle of the rush-hour traffic. She was so ashamed of herself for doing this. I wasn’t supposed to be in town this time of year, but I was, and Mia’s heart was pounding in her chest like she was in school again. I always had that effect on her. And I always knew how desperate she was to please.

I glanced at my watch when she knocked on the door of my suite. She was early. That told me she knew she was in trouble. I held the door open but did not get out of the way, forcing her to duck under my arm to enter. Unhurriedly, I took off the jacket of my dark grey suit and draped it over the back of a chair, letting her stand in the middle of the room, waiting. The black leather bag sat ominously beside my chair.

“You look very professional,” I candidly complimented her newly minted corporate look. “Please take off your skirt.” My tone didn’t offer alternatives.

I watched her as I unhurriedly made myself comfortable in a chair, slowly rolling up my shirt sleeves. Its crisp and blindingly white linen starkly contrasted with my skin's deep tan and the sun-bleached hair on my large forearms. I knew she was deeply uncomfortable standing there, being watched, ordered to expose herself for punishment that seemed unthinkable for a proud and progressive young woman. I knew she loved it.

"I had made it clear that there would be consequences for disobedience, had I not?" I asked sternly as she blushed again and meekly shook her head.

On the other side of the room, my wife took a sip of her champagne. She loved this too.

"You know this is for your own good, don't you, sweetheart?” I asked Mia intimately and casually patted my thigh, inviting her to assume the position. This was going to be a long night for the three of us.

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This prompt is for all the orgasm training and discipline lovers out there. Spanking, age gap, cuckqueening, training, begging, worshipping, race play, orientation play, breath play, and many other themes are on the table. I would love to have a brainstorming session about the characters, how they met, and where they go from here. I love writing as much as I love smut, and it’s probably a universal truth that interesting and compelling characters coupled with clever and intricate stories make for truly sexy roleplaying.

Looking forward to hearing from you if this piqued your curiosity.

The small, desperate whimpers she made were delicious, but it was her eyes that were my favorite. Those usually sharp, clever eyes would go soft and pleading. Any semblance of rational thought was gone from them, and all that remained was the anguished, eager neediness for release that she had been denied for days.

“Shh, sweetie, of course you can’t cum yet, I’m only just getting started with you…” I teased her with a wry smile as I stroked the length of my veiny cock just inches from her trembling lips. She looked so vulnerable, so fragile compared to the thick monster that was about to skull fuck her. Her begging made me throb with excitement, and yet I loved taking my time, building her sweet agony.

“Good girls do as they're told, you remember that, don’t you, sweetheart?” I admonished her softly. Slipping my hand over her mouth, I parted her lips and caressed her fluttering tongue.

“Go on, baby, lick my hand like a grateful little whore before I fuck your face,” I ordered her sweetly.

I’ve broken in hundreds of girls over the decades, but this one… This one was different. So clever, and yet so simple. So proud, and yet so eager to serve. And now, so very ready to cum.

I was eager too. It only took a handful of days to turn her into a needy, drooling mess begging for a cock in her throat so that she would finally be allowed to cum. I wondered how much longer she'd be able to last...

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This is for all the oral and orgasm control and training lovers. Some of my other favorite things to explore are discipline, spanking, age gap, cuckqueening, begging, worshipping, race play, orientation play, breath play, and many other themes. I also would love to have a fun brainstorming session about the characters, how they met, and where they'd go from here. I love writing as much as I love smut, and it’s probably a universal truth that interesting and compelling characters coupled with clever and intricate stories make for truly sexy roleplaying.

Looking forward to hearing from you if this piqued your curiosity.

Nina clenched her teeth to stifle a cry and braced herself against the seasoned oak backboard of my bed. ‘How does he do it to me so easily every time’, was the only coherent thought bouncing in her head just as her beautiful tits bounced happily from my relentless thrusts from behind.

Small, ragged moans fell off her lips, and every breath she took got louder and shriller. I quickened the pace expertly, bringing her closer and closer. She responded by arching her back and pushing her pussy onto my cock, eager to give me more of herself.

“You are so fucking sexy, sweetheart,” I told her, and she half-turned beaming back at me with pride. “Now be a good girl and cum for me, baby.”

Her ass and hips were already starting to move uncontrollably, and she ground herself on my cock in short urgent thrusts. The permission was given just in time, and the very idea instantly made her pop…

The world went into slow motion… her body slumped… her shoulders sagged… her hand went to cover mine between her legs…she needed that touch… instead of an ear-shattering scream she only made tiny whimpering noises as her body shuddered… the first wave passed… she tried to open her eyes to mumble her gratitude…

“Aww, sweetheart,” I praised her teasingly. "You’re so pretty when you cum like that. And you stayed so nice and quiet for me there, didn’t you, sweetie?”  As I let her bask in the afterglow, my cock never stopped or slowed thrusting into her hungry, needy cunny. "How did that feel, baby? You want to cum again for me, little one?”

“Aaaaaaaaah… aaaaaaahh….aaahhh… Oh God, Sir… oh… God… aaaaah… please, D-ddady… don’t stop…. God, you’re gonna make me cum again…. Aaaaaaaaaaahhh….” Her voice broke as she screamed her lungs out, and her mind went blank, meek and warm. Just when she thought she was done, my cock between her legs slammed even deeper, opening her wider, sending her spiraling down another mind-shattering orgasm.

“Please, Sir,”  Nina moaned softly, the world around her surreal and dreamlike. “Please,” her begging was urgent and fervent, and I knew exactly what she was about to plead for. “Please put your fingers in my mouth, you know how I love tasting you when I cum on your cock…” Her eyes rolled back, and she couldn’t finish the phrase, but her mouth was wide open and inviting.

I grinned mischievously, and my cock slipped from her wetness for a moment with a soft slurping noise. My fingers replaced it quickly -- one, then two, then briefly three fingers plugging her hole as I gripped her mouth tightly to keep her from getting too loud. After a moment, I pulled my soaked digits from her pussy again, slipping them quickly into her mouth and growling as her lips and tongue danced, tasting her own honeypot as I maneuvered to stuff it full of my cock again.

“I… I... honestly, all I can think of is cumming for you again, Sir… I’m sorry I’m so loud... I love screaming your name… Telling the whole world I’m your needy little whore… oh God... oooohhh…” She was nearly delirious as the new wave of orgasms was building and I loved hearing the rapturous desperation in her voice. Her breathing was almost uncontrollable and all she wanted to do was melt on my cock.

“Please…,” she made the last-ditch effort, lapping at my hand and fingers like an obedient puppy, “please…Sebastian… you’re gonna make me cum again….”

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Hey DPP, I’m an experienced, literate, and creative RP’er looking for equally depraved and consistent partners with long-term potential.

I love to explore spanking, discipline, age gap, training, begging, worshipping, race play, orientation play, cucking, breath play, and many other themes. I also would love to have a fun brainstorming session about the characters, their backstory and the dark twists of their relationship. I love writing probably as much as I love kink, and it is perhaps a universal truth that engaging and compelling characters coupled with clever and intricate stories make for truly sexy roleplaying. Looking forward to hearing from you if this piqued your curiosity.

Orcs loved elven weddings. Always elegant and sensual affairs, steeped in centuries of tradition and protocol. Beautiful dresses for the women, military uniforms for men, pretty elvish music, and most importantly of all, clever banter so beloved by the elves.

The Great Enslavement had brought new realities to the elves. They have been introduced to new traditions, new laws, and new masters. Not all of them loved the firm hand of their new orc overlords but all of them obeyed, sooner or later. Teaching them obedience and reinforcing it regularly was my duty and my privilege as the liege of the towns and villages of Western Reaches.

And I took my duty seriously.

I wore my ceremonial artificer armor to this wedding. After all, it wasn’t every day I was presiding over the wedding of a daughter of an elven aristocrat. It was only proper that I ensured her first night as a woman was a memorable one.

Very memorable.

Flanked by my bodyguards and companions, I strode across the great hall, taking in the assorted guests, recognizing some faces of the younger married women, enjoying the secret looks of fear and loathing coming from the elves. It was time to see the bride and her family and offer my... blessings.

I rolled my head on my massive shoulders. This was going to be a fun night.

Attending various elven weddings, as mandated by my feudal office, has proven to be a time-consuming endeavor, requiring extensive travel. And the worst part was the revolting elven food. But, of course, it wasn’t without its perks. First and foremost, it allowed me to become intimately acquainted with the myriad variations of elven subcultures.

They all welcomed us to their weddings in different ways.

Some were practical and respectful of their overlord’s time. They would deliver the bride to my chambers first thing on the morning of the wedding, and by the time I’d be pumping my fifth load into her in the afternoon, the groom and the priest would make a quick appearance. We’d have a quick, intimate ceremony in my bedroom with the happy bride joyfully gurgling her agreement as she choked on my cock, after which I’d continue to breed her. The groom traditionally was granted the right to petition to be allowed to watch. To those elves, I showed generosity, usually granting such a humble request.

There were others, more prideful and arrogant, who tried to fulfill their lawful obligations in a pro forma manner. Barely acknowledging their lord’s dominion and the natural orcish superiority. Attempting to rush the submission and breeding ceremonies. Failing to understand where their true loyalties must lie. With them, I had to be patient but firm, freeing them of their elven pride and teaching them the meaning of orc discipline.

There were even those who tried to disobey the law of the land and hold their weddings in secret. Hiding out in the mountains or forests, hoping that their remote locations and secrecy will shield them. To those, I showed no mercy. Allowing them to have their precious ceremony and enjoy a moment of hope. And then kicking down their bedroom door just as the happy newlyweds were about to consummate their marriage. Those were punished severely to serve as a terrifying example for the rest.

In the end, they all obeyed.

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Hey, I'm an avid DPP writer, looking for equally depraved and consistent partners to build a living and breathing world full of vivid stories of such weddings and other affairs between the orcs and the elves. I'm especially interested in exploring various social constructs that would emerge as the elves adjust to their subjugation. Plenty of room for all sorts of dark kinks here but some of my favorites are are domination, corruption, orgasm control, gangbang, cucking, raceplay, humiliation, mind-breaking, orientation play, public free use, bad ending, and many others. 

Looking forward to hearing from you if it piqued your curiosity.

Face-Ripper pushed the captured vault girl into a small cage that already housed several other women captured by the Legion earlier. The wide-eyed undergrounder seemed to barely comprehend what was happening to her. She crouched in the corner, hugging her knees and trembling.

The cage also held a butch caravan guard, a sturdy woman who looked like a gold-star lesbian in her forties, and two villagers, a mother and daughter who clung to one another as if their lives depended on it. There were standing orders not to despoil any of them, as requested by the buyer. But... who was going to know, figured Face-Ripper.

“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, who is Daddy’s little hoe,” his finger stopped at the female guard, who shook her head nervously.

“You, sweetheart. You’re going to be a very good girl for Daddy,” he said as he dragged out a cuffed and shackled guard and set her down on the ground with her back against the cage bars.

Standing over her, he pulled out his backup revolver from his hip holster and extracted all but one bullet from the drum. He spun it, stuck it in the woman's mouth and pulled the trigger. Click. Her eyes went wild, and she jumped. He spun it again. Click. The woman tried to say something with the muzzle still deep in her mouth.

“You’re getting the picture, aren’t you, sweetie?” Inquired Face-Ripper casually. “Go on and suck that gun like a good whore to show me you understand.”

He spun the drum again. Mewling and wincing, the prisoner dutifully fellatioed the gun as the man watched her with a hungry look on his face. Satisfied that she was properly motivated, he pulled down his cargo pants and pushed his throbbing cock into her face.

“You got three minutes to get me off, lover girl, or we go back to playing our little game. Now you wish you had more experience with one of those, don't you?" He sneered at her as he rammed his cock into her defenseless mouth.

It didn’t take that long, and after a couple of minutes of smothering and grinding against her face, he came hard. His hips clenched and moved uncontrollably, and he slammed into her mouth hard, hitting the back of her head on the bars. With a low growl, he squeezed his face between his thighs as his orgasm shook him.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred. “So good that I’m going to give you a little treat.”

He wrapped her hair around his wrist and made her walk on her hands and knees to a rusty and half-rotten picnic table a few paces away. With a gun to her head, he made her lie on the table and kicked her legs open.

“This is gonna hurt, honey,” he said with mock sympathy. “It’s going to hurt a whole lot. You just be a good girl and be brave for Daddy, yeah?”

Without any lubrication or preparation, he slammed his hard cock into her pussy, forcing a loud agonizing scream out of her.

“Shhh,” he crooned, “I know you’re loving it, but not so loud. Gromm is gonna yell at me again for raping prisoners."

He wrapped a thick leather belt around her neck and tightened it hard enough so that only muffled gurgling noises now escaped her lungs, and her eyes bulged and teared.

He fucked the unfortunate caravan guard with long, hard, vicious strokes, his lower jaw extended into a mask of fury, slowly and inexorably tightening the belt on her throat. The woman, whose hands were cuffed behind her back, tried to tap him as her hoarse gurgling got more intense and desperate.

“Shhh, baby, Daddy is almost there,” snarled Face-Ripper, yanking the belt tighter still in one hard motion.

“Huk… huk…huk…huk,” he quickened the pace, inflamed by the sounds of her surrender.

“Huk..huk.. oh.... YEEEAHHHH” Face-Ripper came hard again, smacking the woman's ass patronizingly as he felt her tighten around him. Then he leaned over her and kissed her on the cheek.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me, sweetie?” He asked innocently.

He pulled his cock out of her, and her eyes widened as she felt his thick cum oozing out and running down her thighs.

Face-ripper turned to the other women huddling together in the cage.

"Now... which one of you cuties is going to be a good girl and clean Daddy's cock?" he crooned at them as they stared at his throbbing monster.

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Hey DPP, welcome to the cruel and unforgiving world of Fallout. I'm looking to build a story of the adventures of a gang of raiders in the Fallout universe. You probably get the idea of what they get up to.

I'd love to GM for you as you encounter various characters and challenges along the way, other victims, enemies, traders, customers, and bounty hunters. I'm looking for creative, consistent, and very depraved partners for intensely sexy work on a long-term world and character building. And of course, it's completely fine if you're unfamiliar with the Fallout universe, at the end of the day, it's all about the collaborative spirit. Most kinks are welcome and will find their purveyor in this universe, but we will especially explore non-con, humiliation, domination, corruption, orgasm control, mind breaking, aphrodisiacs, romance, bad ending, and other themes.

I would love to hear from you if this piqued your curiosity.

Orcs loved elven weddings. Always elegant and sensual affairs, steeped in centuries of tradition and protocol. Beautiful dresses for the women, military uniforms for men, pretty elvish music, and most importantly of all, clever banter so beloved by the elves.

The Great Enslavement had brought new realities to the elves. They have been introduced to new traditions, new laws, and new masters. Not all of them loved the firm hand of their new orc overlords but all of them obeyed, sooner or later. Teaching them obedience and reinforcing it regularly was my duty and my privilege as the liege of the towns and villages of Western Reaches.

And I took my duty seriously.

I wore my ceremonial artificer armor to this wedding. After all, it wasn’t every day I was presiding over the wedding of a daughter of an elven aristocrat. It was only proper that I ensured her first night as a woman was a memorable one.

Very memorable.

Flanked by my bodyguards and companions, I strode across the great hall, taking in the assorted guests, recognizing some faces of the younger married women, enjoying the secret looks of fear and loathing coming from the elves. It was time to see the bride and her family and offer my... blessings.

I rolled my head on my massive shoulders. This was going to be a fun night.

Attending various elven weddings, as mandated by my feudal office, has proven to be a time-consuming endeavor, requiring extensive travel. And the worst part was the revolting elven food. But, of course, it wasn’t without its perks. First and foremost, it allowed me to become intimately acquainted with the myriad variations of elven subcultures.

They all welcomed us to their weddings in different ways.

Some were practical and respectful of their overlord’s time. They would deliver the bride to my chambers first thing on the morning of the wedding, and by the time I’d be pumping my fifth load into her in the afternoon, the groom and the priest would make a quick appearance. We’d have a quick, intimate ceremony in my bedroom with the happy bride joyfully gurgling her agreement as she choked on my cock, after which I’d continue to breed her. The groom traditionally was granted the right to petition to be allowed to watch. To those elves, I showed generosity, usually granting such a humble request.

There were others, more prideful and arrogant, who tried to fulfill their lawful obligations in a pro forma manner. Barely acknowledging their lord’s dominion and the natural orcish superiority. Attempting to rush the submission and breeding ceremonies. Failing to understand where their true loyalties must lie. With them, I had to be patient but firm, freeing them of their elven pride and teaching them the meaning of orc discipline.

There were even those who tried to disobey the law of the land and hold their weddings in secret. Hiding out in the mountains or forests, hoping that their remote locations and secrecy will shield them. To those, I showed no mercy. Allowing them to have their precious ceremony and enjoy a moment of hope. And then kicking down their bedroom door just as the happy newlyweds were about to consummate their marriage. Those were punished severely to serve as a terrifying example for the rest.

In the end, they all obeyed.

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Hey, I'm an avid DPP writer, looking for equally depraved and consistent partners to build a living and breathing world full of vivid stories of such weddings and other affairs between the orcs and the elves. I'm particularly interested in exploring various social constructs that would emerge as both sides underwent adjustment. Various themes to be covered here are domination, corruption, gang bang, cucking, raceplay, humiliation, mind-breaking, orientation play, public free use, bad ending, and many others. 

Looking forward to hearing from you if it piqued your curiosity.

I hated churches.

Forever flaunting their peaceful quiet, yet deafening in their prideful piety. Humble, yet so entitled to their dominion over all. I snorted derisively and held back the bout of allergic sneezing that always haunted me in those places. This was not the time to be soft, I was here on business.

From my seat in the pews, I could see a pretty morning bird flutter her wings as she landed on the church windowsill. Her delicate beauty was heartwarming, and I enjoyed it for a few moments before summoning the local feral cat with the power of thought. Then I turned my attention back to the joyful nun who was now reciting a feverish prayer of gratitude to her lord. Her new lord.

“Good morning, my child,” I spoke directly into the mind of the kneeling girl. She couldn’t see me as I sat quietly far in the back, but I could sense her presence just as clearly as I could smell the delicate innocence of her morning sweat.

With each passing day, her mind was opening up to me more and more as we conversed, and she had begun to confide in me some of her innermost secrets. Worming my way bit by bit into her innocent mind was exhilarating. But it was only a harbinger of the true corruption of body and soul that was in store for her. I smiled inwardly, allowing the young nun to feel the warmth of my presence and bask in the tender embrace of my voice.

It’s been weeks now that I’ve begun visiting her. First, in her sleep. I was instantly enticed by the way her mouth parted open and her pretty lips quivered when I first began infusing her dreams with glimpses of her future.

Subtle and unobtrusive at first. Barely a hint. A quick image of a man. A whirling kaleidoscope of bodies. Distant sounds of laughter and moaning. The scorching heat of my presence. Never explicit. Only half-hints that could not be pieced together by morning, and yet were designed to leave her mind yearning. Like an urgent thought that slipped away the moment she tried to recall it.

As time went by, visions became stronger. More vivid, more sinful. Calling her. And yet never explicit enough for her to question faith or seek outside counsel. They were a secret, pure and beautiful. Just between us.

For a moment, I allowed my lust to boil up inside, my own visions of her futures stark and unambiguous. Deeply erotic, haunting images that could not be denied. I saw her with her head thrown back. Her mouth wide open as she screamed out her orgasm. Her beautiful, small features contorted by the sweet agony of her release…. I saw her cumming again and again, pleading for more each time…

I rose with a swoosh. The church air had been too stuffy for my taste. Sooner or later, she would venture outside. I would be waiting.

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What do you think should happen to this little nun? Should I keep encouraging her guilty, lustful yearning, perhaps? Turning up the heat inside her mind and between her legs until she can't bear it anymore and goes out searching for her Guest hungrily. Or should He reveal myself to her sooner rather than later, denying her the bliss of her delusion and instead reveling in the horror of her realization? Raping her mind and body until she becomes an obedient thrall who only exists to serve her master. Perhaps you have another idea for her. I'd love to hear it.

Sitting alone at a corner table in a run-down roadside bar 200 miles from the state line, Jessica finally had time to consider her options. Stranded in an unfamiliar area, she was anxious and keenly felt every unfriendly stare as the bar's usual riffraff of bikers and truckers openly eyed the young woman with salacious smirks.

They seemed to know something.

As she finished her drink, a hushed silence fell over the bar. A huge, imposing figure blocked the light in the doorway, the unmistakable shape of a large, muscular man. Sebastian Moss was rumored to be involved in various illicit activities that stretched for miles in every direction. He entered with a colorful entourage of bodyguards and friends, cursing loudly disgusting backwater bars and his need to spend the night at such a place. A large, dark shape of sinew and muscle walked by his side - a massive Rottweiler with a slavering maw and a spiked collar engraved with his name, Rocky.

The rowdy group took a table on the other side of the bar, and just as Jessica was about to quietly take her leave, a pale waiter informed her that her presence was immediately required at Mr. Moss's table. Refusing the man's hospitality did not seem wise under the circumstances, yet every instinct she had was screaming at her to run, fast.

It was too late for her, anyway.

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What happens next? Will you be assaulted while the entire bar watches with indifference or paralyzed with fear? Or will you be intimidated and coerced, required to perform escalating tasks? Will you be plied with aphrodisiacs or otherwise have your mental state altered only to wake the next morning being the star of a viral and incredibly intense gang bang video? Will you be seduced by the charm, wit, and eloquence, to realize only too late what a terrible mistake you've made? Or perhaps, you even have your partner with you, who will be forced to watch your descent into the dark rabbit hole of depravity.

I’m an experienced, literate, and creative RP’er looking for equally depraved and consistent partners with a strong preference for long-term storytelling. This is a starting prompt for a range of outcomes exploring themes of non-con, domination, corruption, gangbang, raceplay, humiliation, mind-breaking, free use, and many others. I would love to hear from you if this piqued your curiosity.

I could almost hear her. If I tilted my head just right and really listened, I could almost hear the soft, muffled whimpers my wife was making across the wall in the other room. Almost. It was hard to hear her over the incoherent moans of the girl bouncing astride my cock, her beautiful tits jiggling in unison with her rising cries.

A few minutes later, when I flipped the little whore face down into a pillow, the sounds from the other room came through more clearly. Poor thing was crying again. I haven’t allowed her to cum in days as we both prepared for my weekend of debauchery. By now, she had accepted that the orgasms were for other, better girls. She accepted her place and even found a little dignity in her privilege of cleaning my cock after a night of fucking. But it was still hard for her to bear, and she sometimes cried from shame and humiliation of it, even as she edged herself to the sounds of her husband fucking a young starlet.

The girl in my bed was finally sound asleep, after screaming herself hoarse for hours. I stepped out from our bedroom and took a piss. On the way back, I detoured to check on you, knowing you’d be wide awake, soaked and very alert. Opening the door briefly and barely looking at you, I tossed you the other girl’s soaked panties.

“You know the drill,” I told you coldly, my half-erect cock still dripping cum into the floor in your room. “Put these around your neck and edge yourself while we sleep. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you lick me clean after our morning fuck.”

My cock throbbed as I caught the look of pained adoration on your face just before slamming the door shut.

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Hey DPP, I love cuckqueens of all sizes and shapes and motivations, and I would love to write an intensely hot and depraved story exploring the lifestyle of such a couple.

It won’t be easy, but the orgasms you will earn with your selfless devotion will leave you completely unraveled and trembling for more. And of course, there’s also always room for the happy girl getting railed. Whether it’s your first and only time or a regular visit, you love the idea of another woman gooning her brains out and desperately waiting for her turn in the other room while you enjoy yourself.

I’m looking forward to hearing from you if I piqued your curiosity.

For the rest of the night, Oleg, Face-eater, and Sadista took turns raping the young vault whore, making sure her first day on the surface was memorable. At the end of it, the babbling, drooling, cum-stained mess barely resembled the clean, vault-fresh blond from just a few hours ago.

After they were through, the shackled and gagged prisoners roped together by their necks were dragged along as the gang made its way to Fleshtown - the largest open slave market in the entire West.

The gang arrived after midnight, but Fleshtown was lit up and open for business as always. Large pens served as holding areas for new slaves being brought in, inspected, priced, tagged, and processed. Several auctions in various price categories were running at once, and purchases were collected immediately, along with the complimentary collars and leashes stamped I Love Fleshtown.

The exotic slaves section was booming. The gang dropped off slightly despoiled but still young and perfectly usable vault whore at the pleasure slaves stall. But not before making her lick all the cum stains off her suit to make herself more presentable.

Fleshtown has always been the place to people-watch.

A group of grim professional Legion slavers was bringing in another family. Two beautiful twin siblings, brother and sister, their trembling lips still stained with cum of a prospective buyer who paid a small deposit to try them out. They’re clinging to each other, their last hours together short and sad…

A brothel owner from up North, picking up some custom orders for his discerning clientele and a couple of promising starlets at a premium price. He’ll be able to triple his money within a month, but the lazy whores will have to work more and sleep less. A hideously disfigured mutant by his side will ensure that...

Dutiful and loving wife browsing for something particularly cute and sexy for her ghoul husband’s birthday. He likes them young, plump, and quite broken…

The craftsman row is also busy as thousands of caps are changing hands. Restraints of all sorts. Premium and custom-made collars from classic chokers to vault-tec electroshock torture devices. Branding and tattooing equipment of all sorts. Surgical equipment for organ extraction.

The cages of rejects have the stench of desperation about them. These wretches have received no bids at several auctions and are now slated for various fates varying from merely tragic all the way to outright gruesome. As the auction was concluding, another prospective reject was sobbing on her knees on stage, begging someone to buy her, even just for a cap.

The gang's final stop before departing was the bounty office and board. They picked up several lucrative contracts, collected basic information and last known locations of easy soft prey, and headed back out into the night, quickly disappearing into the inky darkness.

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Hey DPP, welcome to the cruel and unforgiving world of Fallout. I'm looking for creative, consistent, and completely depraved partners for intensely sexy collaboration on long-term world and character building. And of course, it's completely fine if you're unfamiliar with the Fallout universe, at the end of the day, it's all about the collaborative spirit and good writing.

Most kinks are welcome and will find their purveyor in this universe, but we will especially explore non-con, humiliation, domination, corruption, orgasm control, mind breaking, aphrodisiacs, romance, bad endings, and other themes.

I would love to hear from you if this piqued your curiosity.

'Have you been a bad girl?'

My voice echoed in Mia’s head with such clarity that she inadvertently hastened her step. Her cheeks burned with a familiar rush of blood. She was practically running the last few dozen feet before entering the sprawling lobby of my hotel, the urgent drumming of her high heels on the hard pavement carrying over the loud bustle of the rush-hour traffic. She was so ashamed of herself for doing this. I wasn’t supposed to be in town this time of year, but I was, and Mia’s heart was pounding in her chest like she was in school again. I always had that effect on her. And I always knew how desperate she was to please.

I glanced at my watch when she knocked on the door of my suite. She was early. That told me she knew she was in trouble. I held the door open but did not get out of the way, forcing her to duck under my arm to enter. Unhurriedly, I took off the jacket of my dark grey suit and draped it over the back of a chair, letting her stand in the middle of the room, waiting. The black leather bag sat ominously beside my chair.

“You look very professional,” I candidly complimented her newly minted corporate look. “Please take off your skirt.” My tone didn’t offer alternatives.

I watched her as I unhurriedly made myself comfortable in a chair, slowly rolling up my shirt sleeves. Its crisp and blindingly white linen starkly contrasted with my skin's deep tan and the sun-bleached hair on my large forearms. I knew she was deeply uncomfortable standing there, being watched, ordered to expose herself for punishment that seemed unthinkable for a proud and progressive young woman. I knew she loved it.

"I had made it clear that there would be consequences for disobedience, had I not?" I asked sternly as she blushed again and meekly shook her head.

On the other side of the room, my wife took a sip of her champagne. She loved this too.

"You know this is for your own good, don't you, sweetheart?” I asked Mia intimately and casually patted my thigh, inviting her to assume the position. This was going to be a long night for the three of us.

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Hey DPP, I’m an experienced, literate, and creative RP’er looking for equally depraved and consistent partners with long-term potential.

This prompt is for all the orgasm training and discipline lovers out there. Spanking, age gap, cuckqueening, training, begging, worshipping, race play, orientation play, breath play, and many other themes are on the table. I would love to have a brainstorming session about the characters, how they met, and where they go from here. I love writing as much as I love smut, and it’s probably a universal truth that interesting and compelling characters coupled with clever and intricate stories make for truly sexy roleplaying.

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Orcs loved elven weddings. Always elegant and sensual affairs, steeped in centuries of tradition and protocol. Beautiful dresses for the women, military uniforms for men, pretty elvish music, and most importantly of all, clever banter so beloved by the elves.

The Great Enslavement had brought new realities to the elves. They have been introduced to new traditions, new laws, and new masters. Not all of them loved the firm hand of their new orc overlords but all of them obeyed, sooner or later. Teaching them obedience and reinforcing it regularly was my duty and my privilege as the liege of the towns and villages of Western Reaches.

And I took my duty seriously.

I wore my ceremonial artificer armor to this wedding. After all, it wasn’t every day I was presiding over the wedding of a daughter of an elven aristocrat. It was only proper that I ensured her first night as a woman was a memorable one.

Very memorable.

Flanked by my bodyguards and companions, I strode across the great hall, taking in the assorted guests, recognizing some faces of the younger married women, enjoying the secret looks of fear and loathing coming from the elves. It was time to see the bride and her family and offer my... blessings.

I rolled my head on my massive shoulders. This was going to be a fun night.

Attending various elven weddings, as mandated by my feudal office, has proven to be a time-consuming endeavor, requiring extensive travel. And the worst part was the revolting elven food. But, of course, it wasn’t without its perks. First and foremost, it allowed me to become intimately acquainted with the myriad variations of elven subcultures.

They all welcomed us to their weddings in different ways.

Some were practical and respectful of their overlord’s time. They would deliver the bride to my chambers first thing on the morning of the wedding, and by the time I’d be pumping my fifth load into her in the afternoon, the groom and the priest would make a quick appearance. We’d have a quick, intimate ceremony in my bedroom with the happy bride joyfully gurgling her agreement as she choked on my cock, after which I’d continue to breed her. The groom traditionally was granted the right to petition to be allowed to watch. To those elves, I showed generosity, usually granting such a humble request.

There were others, more prideful and arrogant, who tried to fulfill their lawful obligations in a pro forma manner. Barely acknowledging their lord’s dominion and the natural orcish superiority. Attempting to rush the submission and breeding ceremonies. Failing to understand where their true loyalties must lie. With them, I had to be patient but firm, freeing them of their elven pride and teaching them the meaning of orc discipline.

There were even those who tried to disobey the law of the land and hold their weddings in secret. Hiding out in the mountains or forests, hoping that their remote locations and secrecy will shield them. To those, I showed no mercy. Allowing them to have their precious ceremony and enjoy a moment of hope. And then kicking down their bedroom door just as the happy newlyweds were about to consummate their marriage. Those were punished severely to serve as a terrifying example for the rest.

In the end, they all obeyed.

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Hey, I'm an avid DPP writer, looking for equally depraved and consistent partners to build a living and breathing world full of vivid stories of such weddings and other affairs between the orcs and the elves. I'm particularly interested in exploring various social constructs that would emerge as both sides underwent adjustment. Various themes to be covered here are domination, corruption, gang bang, cucking, raceplay, humiliation, mind-breaking, orientation play, public free use, bad ending, and many others. 

Looking forward to hearing from you if it piqued your curiosity.