u/Iron_Enjambment

ADDITIONAL TAGS:

[Tattooing] [Pain] [Blood] [Bloodplay] [Self-destruction] [Drugs] [Chemicals] [Genetics] [Masturbation] [Finger fucking] [Female orgasm] [Loneliness] [Grief] [Trauma] [Loss] [Despair] [Crying]

A short but dark one today. Do not read if easily alarmed.

Thanks to u/Mrs-Keats for the beta read.

DISCLAIMER - PLEASE READ FIRST:

This is a work of purely fictional erotic fantasy written for adult performers and listeners 18+ only). All characters and scenarios are consenting 18+ adults within the story. The script contains dark, intense, sexual and self-destructive themes/graphic descriptions extreme self-inflicted pain and injury (hooks, acid etching, cutting, deliberate bone stress/fractures), blood play and body modification, intense masochistic pain play mixed with sexual arousal, psychological distress, grief, trauma, and existential themes, heavy emotional intensity, sobbing, and dissociative elements, and dark, nihilistic, and potentially triggering content. This is consensual dark fantasy roleplay only and does not reflect real-world views. Nothing in this script is intended to endorse, glorify, or encourage violence or cruelty, sexual or otherwise, self-harm, or abuse of power in any capacity. Reader and listener discretion is strongly advised. Please read the full tags and content warnings before filling or listening.  If you are sensitive to themes of self-harm, trauma, depression, or graphic violence, please scroll past and go and do something else with your life. Cloud classification. Repairing antique typewriters for ungrateful poets. Collecting maps of lost islands. Live your truth. ❤️

SUMMARY:

In a post-apocalyptic world (where else?) where government suppressants have numbed almost everyone to human feeling, you’ve found one of the last “sensitives”, a woman whose body violently rejected the drugs at a genetic level and now can only feel anything at all through catastrophic pain. She guides you through a deeply personal tour of the brutal modifications she’s made to herself: subdermal hooks, acid-etched scars, and deliberately badly-healed fractures. As she attaches weights, pulls until her skin tears, cuts fresh lines with acid-laced blades, and fucks herself through the agony, she begs for your voice and your gaze to anchor her: because if you stop caring whether she survives, she fears she’ll vanish into the chemical fog forever. The story unravels into desperate, sobbing, shattering, ecstatic, grief-fuelled, beautiful destruction. All that shit.

EXCERPT:

[Laughs.]

I'm just getting started, I assure you. Let me bring the camera zoom in a bit...OK. I installed new hooks three days ago. Deeper. One each side of my outer labia, threaded through the hood of my clit. Another that sits right up against my cervix from the inside. I did that one myself with a speculum and a mirror. I can feel it when I breathe.

[Breath trembling.]

OK...hang on...there we go. I’ll attach the chains now.

[Metallic sounds. Breathing quickens.]

Light weights first. Just enough to make everything tug, just a little.

[Clinking. Sharp intake of breath that turns into a shaky moan.]

Fuck...there it is. The deep, pulling ache. Like someone hooked my soul and they're reeling it out through my cunt. My clit is swelling against the steel. I’m getting wet. The pain is making me drip. I can feel it trickling down my thigh.

[Moans of pain and pleasure.]

Tell me you’re still there.

[Pause, only her heavier breathing]

Good. Your silence is warm. It’s the only thing keeping me from floating away. I'm adding more weight...

[More clinks. A low, trembling groan.]

The hooks are stretching my lips open. The one on my clit hood is pulling upward so hard I can see the skin around it whitening. Every heartbeat is making it throb. I’m going to rub these two fingers over my cunt...not inside yet. Just circling. The pain and the need are twisting together like vines.

[Breath quickening, sound of something else being taken from a metal tray.]

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/hxv3k

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. Happy to discuss all changes/amendments. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment. Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS:

c.1800

ADDITIONAL TAGS:

[Tattooing] [Pain] [Blood] [Bloodplay] [Self-destruction] [Drugs] [Chemicals] [Genetics] [Masturbation] [Finger fucking] [Female orgasm] [Loneliness] [Grief] [Trauma] [Loss] [Despair] [Crying]

A short but dark one today. Do not read if easily alarmed.

Thanks to u/Mrs-Keats for the beta read.

DISCLAIMER - PLEASE READ FIRST:

This is a work of purely fictional erotic fantasy written for adult performers and listeners 18+ only). All characters and scenarios are consenting 18+ adults within the story. The script contains dark, intense, sexual and self-destructive themes/graphic descriptions extreme self-inflicted pain and injury (hooks, acid etching, cutting, deliberate bone stress/fractures), blood play and body modification, intense masochistic pain play mixed with sexual arousal, psychological distress, grief, trauma, and existential themes, heavy emotional intensity, sobbing, and dissociative elements, and dark, nihilistic, and potentially triggering content. This is consensual dark fantasy roleplay only and does not reflect real-world views. Nothing in this script is intended to endorse, glorify, or encourage violence or cruelty, sexual or otherwise, self-harm, or abuse of power in any capacity. Reader and listener discretion is strongly advised. Please read the full tags and content warnings before filling or listening.  If you are sensitive to themes of self-harm, trauma, depression, or graphic violence, please scroll past and go and do something else with your life. Cloud classification. Repairing antique typewriters for ungrateful poets. Collecting maps of lost islands. Live your truth. ❤️

SUMMARY:

In a post-apocalyptic world (where else?) where government suppressants have numbed almost everyone to human feeling, you’ve found one of the last “sensitives”, a woman whose body violently rejected the drugs at a genetic level and now can only feel anything at all through catastrophic pain. She guides you through a deeply personal tour of the brutal modifications she’s made to herself: subdermal hooks, acid-etched scars, and deliberately badly-healed fractures. As she attaches weights, pulls until her skin tears, cuts fresh lines with acid-laced blades, and fucks herself through the agony, she begs for your voice and your gaze to anchor her: because if you stop caring whether she survives, she fears she’ll vanish into the chemical fog forever. The story unravels into desperate, sobbing, shattering, ecstatic, grief-fuelled, beautiful destruction. All that shit.

EXCERPT:

[Laughs.]

I'm just getting started, I assure you. Let me bring the camera zoom in a bit...OK. I installed new hooks three days ago. Deeper. One each side of my outer labia, threaded through the hood of my clit. Another that sits right up against my cervix from the inside. I did that one myself with a speculum and a mirror. I can feel it when I breathe.

[Breath trembling.]

OK...hang on...there we go. I’ll attach the chains now.

[Metallic sounds. Breathing quickens.]

Light weights first. Just enough to make everything tug, just a little.

[Clinking. Sharp intake of breath that turns into a shaky moan.]

Fuck...there it is. The deep, pulling ache. Like someone hooked my soul and they're reeling it out through my cunt. My clit is swelling against the steel. I’m getting wet. The pain is making me drip. I can feel it trickling down my thigh.

[Moans of pain and pleasure.]

Tell me you’re still there.

[Pause, only her heavier breathing]

Good. Your silence is warm. It’s the only thing keeping me from floating away. I'm adding more weight...

[More clinks. A low, trembling groan.]

The hooks are stretching my lips open. The one on my clit hood is pulling upward so hard I can see the skin around it whitening. Every heartbeat is making it throb. I’m going to rub these two fingers over my cunt...not inside yet. Just circling. The pain and the need are twisting together like vines.

[Breath quickening, sound of something else being taken from a metal tray.]

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/hxv3k

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. Happy to discuss all changes/amendments. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment. Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS:

c.1800

Miss Lucille Freeman taught fourth grade at the First Baptist Academy and led the youth group on Wednesday nights. She was thirty-seven, unmarried, with a glass eye that didn’t match her real one and a purple birthmark the size of a silver dollar on the side of her neck. The eye drifted when she got excited, making her look like she was watching two sermons at once. She hated it and loved it, in equal measure, for the way it made people look away.

Roy was the new custodian. Half his face was shiny scar tissue from a grenade in Iraq; the other half was handsome in a ruined sort of way. He smelled of floor wax and cigarettes. He had useful hands. Luce sometimes caught herself staring at the back of his neck while he mopped the hallways. She prayed about it. The prayers didn’t help.

One Thursday after the revival meeting, the basement was empty except for the two of them. She stayed late to sort hymnals. Roy was fiddling with the radiators. Steam hissed. The air was sweet and hot. She dropped a stack of books. He turned.

“You ever been touched by a man, Miss Freeman?”

She hit him with a hymnal. He caught her wrist, pulled her close. His hand was rough from work.

“I seen the way that good eye of yours follows me.”

They went down on the pile of old choir robes. Her dress bunched at her waist. His coveralls hit the concrete. Her body was pale and soft, and her birthmark flushed darker. The dead skin of half his face felt tight under her fingers. When he pushed inside her it burned and stretched and filled something she hadn’t even known was empty. With every thrust her real eye flicked upward and her glass eye stayed eerily still, the mismatch making the whole world tilt and spin around her face like a funhouse.

“This is sin,” she gasped.

“Everything worth doing is,” he said, moving deeper.

Her pleasure came ugly and sudden, like a cough she couldn’t swallow. Just as it crested, the glass eye popped free and rolled across the floor, stopping under the communion table like a small blue judgment. With her one good eye the world snapped into focus. She saw Roy clearly. A man as cracked and lonely as she was. She clutched him harder, legs locked around his hips.

The basement door opened. Pastor Willis stood there in his suit, Bible under one arm, staring. He didn’t speak. He didn’t leave. He just watched. Luce looked straight at him with her eye and involuntarily smiled as the last wave of pleasure hit her. Roy groaned and went quiet on top of her, breathing hard. The pastor’s face went white. He stepped back and closed the door without a sound.

Luce lay under Roy’s weight, her lost eye glinting from the shadows. For the first time in her life she felt seen. By a ruined man breathing on her chest, and the holy man who had witnessed everything. The birthmark on her neck was throbbing like a second heartbeat. She closed her real eye and waited for whatever came next.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: [Face Sitting] [Smothering] [Blowjob] [Big cock] [Cowgirl] [Aftercare]

SUMMARY:

After your girlfriend breaks up with you, your tall, curvy female best friend of 25 years drops everything and rushes over to comfort you. What begins as gentle hugs, forehead kisses, and intense reassurance slowly shifts as she admits something disturbing: your tears and vulnerability are turning her on. She pins you down, takes what she’s always secretly wanted, and works herself into a conflicted fuck-frenzy of guilt, self-loathing, and uncontrollable lust.

EXCERPT:

[Squeezing you]

I got you. I got you. Hey...you know what I'm thinking right now? How many nights we’ve spent on this exact couch talking until 4 a.m. about everything. Your disasters, my disasters. The girls who broke your heart. The boys who fucked about with mine. That time you failed your driving test because of a ferret on a leash and we cried until we laughed, then laughed until we cried. This is our spot, right here. And I’m not leaving it until you're OK. You hear me? Hmmm?

[More hugs, petting]

Oh stop it. You’ve always been there for me too. When my parents broke up, and you brought me ice cream at midnight and let me rant for hours. Or when I got stood up on that date last year, and you cancelled all your plans and we just sat watching shitty reality TV for like 12 hours. We take care of each other. That’s what we do. That’s what best friends do.

[Her breathing is heavier now; voice huskier, warmer]

I’m so proud of how you handled everything with her, you know. You tried so hard. You were patient. You communicated. You gave her second, third, fourth chances. She just...didn’t meet you where you were. That’s on her. Not you. Never you. Oh baby no more tears, please, you're breaking my heart...

[Forehead kisses]

Here we go. Forehead kisses. Lots and lots of forehead kisses. There's nothing in the world that can't be fixed by forehead kisses...

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/6dpvj

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. Happy to discuss all changes/amendments. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment. Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS:

c.4000

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of purely fictional erotic fantasy written for adult performers and listeners (18+ only). All characters and scenarios are 18+ adults within the story. The script contains dark, intense, sexual themes involving female-on-male rape/non-consensual sex. It is dark fantasy roleplay only and does not reflect real-world views. Nothing in this script is intended to endorse, glorify, or encourage rape, violence, or cruelty, sexual or otherwise, or abuse of power in any capacity. In the real-world event of sexual abuse or non-consensual sexual activity of any kind, alert the authorities and report the abuser as soon as possible. Reader and listener discretion is strongly advised. Please read the full tags and content warnings before filling or listening. If this type of content isn’t for you please scroll past and go and do something else with your life. Topiary. Competitive jam making. Reading plaques in seaside tunnels. Be free. ❤️

ADDITIONAL TAGS: [Yandere] [Face Sitting] [Smothering] [Blowjob] [Big cock] [Cowgirl] [Aftercare]

SUMMARY:

After your girlfriend breaks up with you, your tall, curvy female best friend of 25 years drops everything and rushes over to comfort you. What begins as gentle hugs, forehead kisses, and intense reassurance slowly shifts as she admits something disturbing: your tears and vulnerability are turning her on. She pins you down, takes what she’s always secretly wanted, and works herself into a conflicted fuck-frenzy of guilt, self-loathing, and uncontrollable lust.

EXCERPT:

[Squeezing you]

I got you. I got you. Hey...you know what I'm thinking right now? How many nights we’ve spent on this exact couch talking until 4 a.m. about everything. Your disasters, my disasters. The girls who broke your heart. The boys who fucked about with mine. That time you failed your driving test because of a ferret on a leash and we cried until we laughed, then laughed until we cried. This is our spot, right here. And I’m not leaving it until you're OK. You hear me? Hmmm?

[More hugs, petting]

Oh stop it. You’ve always been there for me too. When my parents broke up, and you brought me ice cream at midnight and let me rant for hours. Or when I got stood up on that date last year, and you cancelled all your plans and we just sat watching shitty reality TV for like 12 hours. We take care of each other. That’s what we do. That’s what best friends do.

[Her breathing is heavier now; voice huskier, warmer]

I’m so proud of how you handled everything with her, you know. You tried so hard. You were patient. You communicated. You gave her second, third, fourth chances. She just...didn’t meet you where you were. That’s on her. Not you. Never you. Oh baby no more tears, please, you're breaking my heart...

[Forehead kisses]

Here we go. Forehead kisses. Lots and lots of forehead kisses. There's nothing in the world that can't be fixed by forehead kisses...

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/6dpvj

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. Happy to discuss all changes/amendments. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment. Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS:

c.4000

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of purely fictional erotic fantasy written for adult performers and listeners (18+ only). All characters and scenarios are 18+ adults within the story. The script contains dark, intense, sexual themes involving female-on-male rape/non-consensual sex. It is dark fantasy roleplay only and does not reflect real-world views. Nothing in this script is intended to endorse, glorify, or encourage rape, violence, or cruelty, sexual or otherwise, or abuse of power in any capacity. In the real-world event of sexual abuse or non-consensual sexual activity of any kind, alert the authorities and report the abuser as soon as possible. Reader and listener discretion is strongly advised. Please read the full tags and content warnings before filling or listening. If this type of content isn’t for you please scroll past and go and do something else with your life. Topiary. Competitive jam making. Reading plaques in seaside tunnels. Be free. ❤️

ADDITIONAL TAGS: [Face Sitting] [Smothering] [Blowjob] [Big cock] [Cowgirl] [Aftercare]

SUMMARY:

After your girlfriend breaks up with you, your tall, curvy female best friend of 25 years drops everything and rushes over to comfort you. What begins as gentle hugs, forehead kisses, and intense reassurance slowly shifts as she admits something disturbing: your tears and vulnerability are turning her on. She pins you down, takes what she’s always secretly wanted, and works herself into a conflicted fuck-frenzy of guilt, self-loathing, and uncontrollable lust.

EXCERPT:

[Squeezing you]

I got you. I got you. Hey...you know what I'm thinking right now? How many nights we’ve spent on this exact couch talking until 4 a.m. about everything. Your disasters, my disasters. The girls who broke your heart. The boys who fucked about with mine. That time you failed your driving test because of a ferret on a leash and we cried until we laughed, then laughed until we cried. This is our spot, right here. And I’m not leaving it until you're OK. You hear me? Hmmm?

[More hugs, petting]

Oh stop it. You’ve always been there for me too. When my parents broke up, and you brought me ice cream at midnight and let me rant for hours. Or when I got stood up on that date last year, and you cancelled all your plans and we just sat watching shitty reality TV for like 12 hours. We take care of each other. That’s what we do. That’s what best friends do.

[Her breathing is heavier now; voice huskier, warmer]

I’m so proud of how you handled everything with her, you know. You tried so hard. You were patient. You communicated. You gave her second, third, fourth chances. She just...didn’t meet you where you were. That’s on her. Not you. Never you. Oh baby no more tears, please, you're breaking my heart...

[Forehead kisses]

Here we go. Forehead kisses. Lots and lots of forehead kisses. There's nothing in the world that can't be fixed by forehead kisses...

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/6dpvj

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. Happy to discuss all changes/amendments. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment. Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS:

c.4000

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of purely fictional erotic fantasy written for adult performers and listeners (18+ only). All characters and scenarios are 18+ adults within the story. The script contains dark, intense, sexual themes involving female-on-male rape/non-consensual sex. It is dark fantasy roleplay only and does not reflect real-world views. Nothing in this script is intended to endorse, glorify, or encourage rape, violence, or cruelty, sexual or otherwise, or abuse of power in any capacity. In the real-world event of sexual abuse or non-consensual sexual activity of any kind, alert the authorities and report the abuser as soon as possible. Reader and listener discretion is strongly advised. Please read the full tags and content warnings before filling or listening. If this type of content isn’t for you please scroll past and go and do something else with your life. Topiary. Competitive jam making. Reading plaques in seaside tunnels. Be free. ❤️

The erotic film was muted in the hotel bar.
Nobody watched it.
Baseball played beneath it on another screen.
Men drank beer under naked women.

You said this was the saddest country on earth.

Then you took the room key
from my shirt pocket
and put it in your mouth.

There was a humiliation there
I wanted more of.

In the room you told me to sit in the chair
and keep my hands flat.

You were still wearing
your waitress uniform.
One stocking ruined from the drive.

You emptied your tips onto the bedspread.
Bills. Coins.

You counted them slowly,
looking at me.

I remember the sound
of quarters touching quarters
when you opened your blouse.

You smiled because I looked nervous.
That made you kinder.

You crossed the room
and slipped a dollar bill
into my shirt pocket
the way men do in bad films.

There, you said.
Now you can say you earned it.

I remember you laughing
and biting my shoulder during sex
like someone getting away with something.

Then I remember kneeling on the carpet
to gather the fallen coins
while you smoked by the window
and watched cars move through rain
toward places neither of us had seen.

ADDITIONAL TAGS:

[Nursing] [Precum] [Cum] [Male orgasm]

SUMMARY:

Your mature big-titted philosophy tutor has summoned you to a private meeting after class. You're expecting a rebuke for spelling Foucault’s name wrong again. What you actually get is locked doors, slow unbuttoning, milky tits, mommy-domme mind games, and a very hands-on lesson in what happens when power, submission, and warm milk enter the body before the mind can defend itself. She’s elegant, cruel, obscenely composed, and far too pleased with how quickly your clever little student brain gives way to animal hunger.

EXCERPT:

[Her hand resumes stroking your cock, slower, crueller.]

So much precum! The abstract before the thesis. Your glands have entered the chat.

[Cruel laugh as she keeps stroking.]

That’s it clever boy, keep sucking. Keep drinking. Mouth sealed around mommy’s nipple. Eyes open. Looking up at me. Only me. Nobody but me.

[Long nursing. Her breathing grows heavier.]

Good boy. You’re learning so fast. So hard while you drink from me! So eager. Such a brilliant young man reduced to a mouth, a cock. A pulse. A hunger. A beautiful little argument against your own dignity.

[Laughs.]

You came in here with all those books in your head, and now look at you. Suckling, aching, trying so hard to keep some last piece of yourself untouched. Clever, stupid boy. There is no last piece. I have your eyes, your tongue, your mind. I have my milk trickling down your throat. I have that desperate little twitch in my hand, every time I praise you. And insult you.

[Laughs]

And the worst part is how grateful you are. How deeply, terribly grateful. Poor little broken thing, desperate for bad mommy.

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/43m6f

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. Happy to discuss all changes/amendments. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment. Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS: c.3700

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of purely fictional erotic fantasy written for adult performers and listeners (18+ only). All characters and scenarios are consenting 18+ adults within the story. The script contains dark, intense, sexual themes involving abuse of power between an academic and a student who is above 18 years of age. It is consensual dark fantasy roleplay only and does not reflect real-world views. Nothing in this script is intended to endorse, glorify, or encourage violence or cruelty, sexual or otherwise, or abuse of power in any capacity. Reader and listener discretion is strongly advised. Please read the full tags and content warnings before filling or listening. If this type of content isn’t for you please scroll past and go and do something else with your life. Model railways are a good choice. Or wetland conservation. Alphabetising your condiments? You be you. 

ADDITIONAL TAGS:

[Nursing] [Precum] [Cum] [Male orgasm]

SUMMARY:

Your mature big-titted philosophy tutor has summoned you to a private meeting after class. You're expecting a rebuke for spelling Foucault’s name wrong again. What you actually get is locked doors, slow unbuttoning, milky tits, mommy-domme mind games, and a very hands-on lesson in what happens when power, submission, and warm milk enter the body before the mind can defend itself. She’s elegant, cruel, obscenely composed, and far too pleased with how quickly your clever little student brain gives way to animal hunger.

EXCERPT:

[Her hand resumes stroking your cock, slower, crueller.]

So much precum! The abstract before the thesis. Your glands have entered the chat.

[Cruel laugh as she keeps stroking.]

That’s it clever boy, keep sucking. Keep drinking. Mouth sealed around mommy’s nipple. Eyes open. Looking up at me. Only me. Nobody but me.

[Long nursing. Her breathing grows heavier.]

Good boy. You’re learning so fast. So hard while you drink from me! So eager. Such a brilliant young man reduced to a mouth, a cock. A pulse. A hunger. A beautiful little argument against your own dignity.

[Laughs.]

You came in here with all those books in your head, and now look at you. Suckling, aching, trying so hard to keep some last piece of yourself untouched. Clever, stupid boy. There is no last piece. I have your eyes, your tongue, your mind. I have my milk trickling down your throat. I have that desperate little twitch in my hand, every time I praise you. And insult you.

[Laughs]

And the worst part is how grateful you are. How deeply, terribly grateful. Poor little broken thing, desperate for bad mommy.

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/43m6f

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. Happy to discuss all changes/amendments. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment. Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS: c.3700

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of purely fictional erotic fantasy written for adult performers and listeners (18+ only). All characters and scenarios are consenting 18+ adults within the story. The script contains dark, intense, sexual themes involving abuse of power between an academic and a student who is above 18 years of age. It is consensual dark fantasy roleplay only and does not reflect real-world views. Nothing in this script is intended to endorse, glorify, or encourage violence or cruelty, sexual or otherwise, or abuse of power in any capacity. Reader and listener discretion is strongly advised. Please read the full tags and content warnings before filling or listening. If this type of content isn’t for you please scroll past and go and do something else with your life. Model railways are a good choice. Or wetland conservation. Alphabetising your condiments? You be you. 

ADDITIONAL TAGS:

[Nursing] [Precum] [Cum] [Male orgasm]

SUMMARY:

Your mature big-titted philosophy tutor has summoned you to a private meeting after class. You're expecting a rebuke for spelling Foucault’s name wrong again. What you actually get is locked doors, slow unbuttoning, milky tits, mommy-domme mind games, and a very hands-on lesson in what happens when power, submission, and warm milk enter the body before the mind can defend itself. She’s elegant, cruel, obscenely composed, and far too pleased with how quickly your clever little student brain gives way to animal hunger.

EXCERPT:

[Her hand resumes stroking your cock, slower, crueller.]

So much precum! The abstract before the thesis. Your glands have entered the chat.

[Cruel laugh as she keeps stroking.]

That’s it clever boy, keep sucking. Keep drinking. Mouth sealed around mommy’s nipple. Eyes open. Looking up at me. Only me. Nobody but me.

[Long nursing. Her breathing grows heavier.]

Good boy. You’re learning so fast. So hard while you drink from me! So eager. Such a brilliant young man reduced to a mouth, a cock. A pulse. A hunger. A beautiful little argument against your own dignity.

[Laughs.]

You came in here with all those books in your head, and now look at you. Suckling, aching, trying so hard to keep some last piece of yourself untouched. Clever, stupid boy. There is no last piece. I have your eyes, your tongue, your mind. I have my milk trickling down your throat. I have that desperate little twitch in my hand, every time I praise you. And insult you.

[Laughs]

And the worst part is how grateful you are. How deeply, terribly grateful. Poor little broken thing, desperate for bad mommy.

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/43m6f

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. Happy to discuss all changes/amendments. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment. Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS: c.3700

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of purely fictional erotic fantasy written for adult performers and listeners (18+ only). All characters and scenarios are consenting 18+ adults within the story. The script contains dark, intense, sexual themes involving abuse of power between an academic and a student who is above 18 years of age. It is consensual dark fantasy roleplay only and does not reflect real-world views. Nothing in this script is intended to endorse, glorify, or encourage violence or cruelty, sexual or otherwise, or abuse of power in any capacity. Reader and listener discretion is strongly advised. Please read the full tags and content warnings before filling or listening. If this type of content isn’t for you please scroll past and go and do something else with your life. Model railways are a good choice. Or wetland conservation. Alphabetising your condiments? You be you. 

Jack was at the sink rinsing plates. The party was over. Most people had gone home hours ago. The hosts, Ed and Carol, had gone to bed drunk around midnight. Now it was just Jack and Beth. She was drying the plates then stacking them.

The kitchen light was too bright. Jack could see the grease spots on the counter from the burgers. A fly kept landing on the edge of the sink and he kept waving it away.

Beth handed him another plate.

“Ed always makes too much food.”

“Yeah.”

They worked in silence for a while. The water ran. The clock on the wall ticked. Jack’s wife was home with a migraine, trying to rest with the humidifier going. David, Beth’s husband, had left the party early with some story about an early meeting.

“You want more wine?” Beth asked.

“Sure.”

She poured two glasses from the open bottle on the counter. They drank standing up, not looking at each other much.

After a minute she said, “You ever feel like you’re just going through the motions?”

Jack looked at the plate in his hands.

“All the time.”

She set her glass down. Her hand brushed his arm when she reached for the towel again. Neither of them moved away from the touch.

They kissed. Didn’t even think about it. She tasted like red wine and the cigarette she’d smoked on the patio earlier. Her tongue was warm and a little rough. He put his hands on her waist; she pressed her hips against him. Beth pulled back a little.

“This is stupid.”

“Yeah.”

They kissed again. He lifted her onto the counter. A stack of clean plates rattled. She wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands went under her shirt, up to her bra. He squeezed her tits, thumbs on her nipples through the thin fabric. She moaned into his mouth and bit his lower lip.

She reached down and undid his belt. His cock was hard already, pressing against his jeans. She stroked him through the fabric, then pulled him out. Her hand was still damp from the dishes.

Jack pulled her jeans down around her ankles. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He went down on her right there, kneeling on the kitchen floor. She was wet and tasted like salt and soap. He licked her slowly, then faster, sucking on her clit while two fingers worked inside her. Beth held his head with both hands and ground against his face.

She came hard, thighs clamping around his ears, one hand gripping the faucet so tight the water sprayed for a second.

He stood up and fucked her standing, her back against the upper cabinets. He thrust up into her. The dishes behind her rattled with every push. She was tight and hot and so wet it made a sound every time he pulled out. She bit his shoulder to stay quiet. Her nails dug into his back through his shirt.

They moved to the kitchen table. He bent her over it. Took her from behind, hands on her hips, slamming into her. The table legs scraped across the linoleum. He reached around and rubbed her clit in circles. She came again, pushing back hard, whispering “fuck, fuck, don’t stop” into the wood.

Jack came inside her with a grunt, holding her hips tight, filling her up. Cum leaked out around his cock and ran down her thigh. They stayed like that for a long minute, breathing hard.

Afterward they cleaned up. Wiped the counter where her ass had been. Put the last plates in the drying rack. Beth pulled her jeans back on. Jack zipped up and washed his hands.

Neither of them said much. Beth lit a cigarette and smoked it by the back door, blowing the smoke outside. Jack finished the last of the wine straight from the bottle, then rinsed it and put it in the recycling bin under the sink.

“You going home?” she asked.

“Yeah. My wife’s probably wondering where I am by now.”

Beth nodded, then smiled.

“David will be asleep.”

They stood there a minute longer. Jack turned off the kitchen light. Beth stubbed out her cigarette in the sink and ran water over it.

“See you around,” she said.

“See you.”

She left through the back door. He heard her car start and pull away down the quiet street. Jack walked out to his truck and sat behind the wheel for a long time before starting the engine. The dashboard clock said 02:19.

His wife would be asleep when he got home. The bedroom would smell like menthol and the humidifier. He thought about the way Beth had tasted on his tongue. The way she’d come twice in the kitchen. The way the table had moved under them.

It didn’t change anything.

He drove home slow with the windows down. The radio stayed off. He didn’t feel like listening to anything at all. The streets were empty. He passed the same stop signs he’d passed a thousand times before.

SUMMARY:

Your teasing girlfriend starts the night by roasting a painfully pretentious movie, but the empty back row of the theater quickly becomes the perfect excuse to turn you into her shy, reluctant plaything, leading to a sneaky handjob, deep ass worship, prostate fingering, and one volcanic, lava-fountain orgasm you’ll never forget, all wrapped in loving aftercare and soft ‘I love you’s'

EXCERPT:

[she laughs then mocks your voice in damsel-in-distress fashion]

“Oh no my girlfriend is molesting me in public again! I’m so weak and helpless! I'm just a victim with no sexual agency! My life is hell! Save me!"

[laughs]

Shhh...I know, I know. You’re so embarrassed, baby. You’re squirming in your seat...but your hips keep pushing up into my fist. Your cock doesn’t want me to stop. It *really* doesn’t want me to stop. So much precum, God...

[Strokes get a little faster]

You like my thumb swirling round the tip like this? Spreading all that hot precum everywhere? I love those shaky little breaths you’re making. You’re trying so hard to stay quiet and pretend you’re watching the shit on the screen...but I can feel how much you’re fighting it. Good boy, come on, let me play.

[stroking speeding up]

I love when you get all reluctant at first...it makes it so much hotter when you start to crumble. You like that baby boy? Yeah? Let me stroke a load out of you right here. Where no one can see. Where nobody knows. Just you and me. Just you and me. Sshh...

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/5j9kd

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment. Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS: c.1700

DURATION: c.10 mins

DISCLAIMER:

Listener discretion is advised. This NSFW audio script is intended for 18+ adults only. It contains explicit sexual content and strong language. All characters and scenarios in this script are entirely fictional and exist solely within a fantasy role-play setting. This content is created purely for entertainment and fantasy exploration. It does not endorse, glorify, or encourage any form of real-life abuse, non-consent, or harm. In reality, consent must be enthusiastic, ongoing, and freely given at all times. If you or someone you know is experiencing abuse sexual or otherwise please seek professional help immediately. If any of the themes in this script feel uncomfortable or triggering to you, please stop reading/listening right away and for heaven's sake go and do something else with your life. Bake something delicious, call someone you miss, go cloud watching. Many thanks.

SUMMARY:

Your teasing girlfriend starts the night by roasting a painfully pretentious movie, but the empty back row of the theater quickly becomes the perfect excuse to turn you into her shy, reluctant plaything, leading to a sneaky handjob, deep ass worship, prostate fingering, and one volcanic, lava-fountain orgasm you’ll never forget, all wrapped in loving aftercare and soft ‘I love you’s'

EXCERPT:

[she laughs then mocks your voice in damsel-in-distress fashion]

“Oh no my girlfriend is molesting me in public again! I’m so weak and helpless! I'm just a victim with no sexual agency! My life is hell! Save me!"

[laughs]

Shhh...I know, I know. You’re so embarrassed, baby. You’re squirming in your seat...but your hips keep pushing up into my fist. Your cock doesn’t want me to stop. It *really* doesn’t want me to stop. So much precum, God...

[Strokes get a little faster]

You like my thumb swirling round the tip like this? Spreading all that hot precum everywhere? I love those shaky little breaths you’re making. You’re trying so hard to stay quiet and pretend you’re watching the shit on the screen...but I can feel how much you’re fighting it. Good boy, come on, let me play.

[stroking speeding up]

I love when you get all reluctant at first...it makes it so much hotter when you start to crumble. You like that baby boy? Yeah? Let me stroke a load out of you right here. Where no one can see. Where nobody knows. Just you and me. Just you and me. Sshh...

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/5j9kd

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment. Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS: c.1700

DISCLAIMER:

Listener discretion is advised. This NSFW audio script is intended for 18+ adults only. It contains explicit sexual content and strong language. All characters and scenarios in this script are entirely fictional and exist solely within a fantasy role-play setting. This content is created purely for entertainment and fantasy exploration. It does not endorse, glorify, or encourage any form of real-life abuse, non-consent, or harm. In reality, consent must be enthusiastic, ongoing, and freely given at all times. If you or someone you know is experiencing abuse sexual or otherwise please seek professional help immediately. If any of the themes in this script feel uncomfortable or triggering to you, please stop reading/listening right away and for heaven's sake go and do something else with your life. Bake something delicious, call someone you miss, go cloud watching. Many thanks. ❤️

SUMMARY:

Your teasing girlfriend starts the night by roasting a painfully pretentious movie, but the empty back row of the theater quickly becomes the perfect excuse to turn you into her shy, reluctant plaything, leading to a sneaky handjob, deep ass worship, prostate fingering, and one volcanic, lava-fountain orgasm you’ll never forget, all wrapped in loving aftercare and soft ‘I love you’s'

EXCERPT:

[she laughs then mocks your voice in damsel-in-distress fashion]

“Oh no my girlfriend is molesting me in public again! I’m so weak and helpless! I'm just a victim with no sexual agency! My life is hell! Save me!"

[laughs]

Shhh...I know, I know. You’re so embarrassed, baby. You’re squirming in your seat...but your hips keep pushing up into my fist. Your cock doesn’t want me to stop. It *really* doesn’t want me to stop. So much precum, God...

[Strokes get a little faster]

You like my thumb swirling round the tip like this? Spreading all that hot precum everywhere? I love those shaky little breaths you’re making. You’re trying so hard to stay quiet and pretend you’re watching the shit on the screen...but I can feel how much you’re fighting it. Good boy, come on, let me play.

[stroking speeding up]

I love when you get all reluctant at first...it makes it so much hotter when you start to crumble. You like that baby boy? Yeah? Let me stroke a load out of you right here. Where no one can see. Where nobody knows. Just you and me. Just you and me. Sshh...

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/5j9kd

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment. Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS: c.1700

DISCLAIMER:

Listener discretion is advised. This NSFW audio script is intended for 18+ adults only. It contains explicit sexual content and strong language. All characters and scenarios in this script are entirely fictional and exist solely within a fantasy role-play setting. This content is created purely for entertainment and fantasy exploration. It does not endorse, glorify, or encourage any form of real-life abuse, non-consent, or harm. In reality, consent must be enthusiastic, ongoing, and freely given at all times. If you or someone you know is experiencing abuse sexual or otherwise please seek professional help immediately. If any of the themes in this script feel uncomfortable or triggering to you, please stop reading/listening right away and for heaven's sake go and do something else with your life. Bake something delicious, call someone you miss, go cloud watching. Many thanks. ❤️

Beatrice Honeycutt was not the sort of woman who expected her tongue to take over the world. She was thirty-four. She wore sensible shoes. She lived in a small apartment where the plants always died. She worked at the National Biological Anomalies Research Lab, a fancy name for a warehouse where they studied things that shouldn’t grow.

One Thursday, a probe returned from the rings of Saturn with a single specimen: a pale green fern that grew in perfect fractals. The scientists called it Specimen SIG-106. Bea was cataloguing it when she made the mistake every story like this requires. She licked her finger to turn a page and then, absentmindedly, touched the fern. Then she licked her finger and turned another page.

That night in bed her tongue felt strange. Longer somehow, fatter. She looked in the mirror and it had split at the tip, like a snake’s. “Fascinating,” she said aloud, in the voice of a scientist trying not to panic.

By morning there were four tips. She called Dr. Ramirez.

Dr. Ramirez, a serious man with a moustache that looked overqualified to deliver bad news, summoned Bea to the lab. He was waiting with two assistants. They put Bea in the observation room and took samples. They asked her to stick out her tongue for photographs.

“Remarkable,” said Dr. Ramirez. “It’s replicating at a geometric rate.”

Bea was beginning to feel warm. The tongue moved on its own now, tasting the air. It was curious. It wanted to taste more.

“Perhaps you shouldn’t lick anything,” suggested Dr. Ramirez.

Too late. Bea licked her lips. The tongue forked again. Eight tips now, delicate and pink and glistening.

The assistants stared. One of them, a young woman named Gloria, flushed red. “Doctor,” she said, “I think it’s… affecting her.”

Bea felt it too. A slow, rolling pleasure that started at the root of her tongue and spread downward. Every new fork brought a new wave. She licked the back of her own hand. Sixteen tongues.

“Oh dear,” said Bea.

The research team tried to remain professional. They really did. They wrote notes on clipboards while Bea’s forking tongue continued to explore the room. It found the edge of Dr. Ramirez’s sleeve and tasted the cotton. It liked the salt on Gloria’s wrist. It liked the soft place behind the ear of the shy male intern whose name no one could remember.

With each lick, it grew. Faster now. The arousal made it branch like a mad equation.

By midafternoon there was no longer a simple tongue. There was a garden. A writhing, fractal tower of tongues sprouting from Bea’s mouth. They flowed over her shoulders, down her arms, across the table, over the floor, into cupboards. They were gentle in their way, though inquisitive.

Dr. Ramirez’s tie was gone. His shirt was open. “For science,” he kept saying, as ten tongues moved down his chest. “We must document the interaction.”

Gloria had stopped taking notes. Twenty soft tongues had found their way under her skirt. She made a sound that was not in any scientific journal.

The intern was on his knees. Any amount of tongues were everywhere on him at once, impossibly hungry, impossibly numerous. They learned what each person liked within seconds and gave them more of it.

Bea sat in the middle of it all like a queen on a throne of crimson eels. She could still speak, barely. “I can feel them all,” she whispered, trancelike. Her voice was soaking wet with a thousand tongues. “Every single one.”

The team had given up the pretence of observation. Clothes lay scattered like fallen leaves. The fractal tongues filled every mouth, every opening, every crevice, every secret place. They pulsed in rhythm. When one person shuddered, the whole garden responded, branching again in a cascade of pleasure.

Somewhere in the chaos, alarms began to sound. Security would arrive soon. The government would want explanations. But the tongues had already reached the ventilation ducts. They were curious about the whole building.

Bea was still in there, at the very first fork, the original tip of her original tongue. She tasted everything. Dr Ramirez’s spicy skin. The honey between Patel’s thighs. The fear. The joy. The surrender. The ridiculous human need to name things even while coming undone. It was too much, it was perfect. Bea laughed once, a small wet sound lost in a pandemonium of moans.

By evening, the observation room had ceased to be a room. It had become a weather system, with Bea at its eye and everyone else arranged around her according to a hierarchy of increasingly desperate needs. The security team arrived in riot gear, which was optimistic. The first man through the door said, “Ma’am, step away from the…” and then forgot the rest of the sentence as he was sucked into the maelstrom: a single organism of tongues and bodies, breathing, licking, shuddering together.

They never did contain it.

There was an inquiry, and then a second inquiry into why the first inquiry had enjoyed itself so much. The fern, it was concluded, had crossed half the solar system for no better reason than appetite; and mankind, despite all its rockets and committees and important shoes, had answered by opening its mouth. Such was the trouble with first contact: everybody expected a conversation. The universe had only brought its tongue.

So it went.

**Repost with the correct [Rape] and [Fearplay] tags**

SUMMARY:

In a dystopian future (yes, another one) where unauthorised sex is punishable by death, a sadistic fem-synth assassin droid is LOSING IT with desperate, system-melting lust for a human survivor: You. She worships your cock, swallows every drop like a starving whore, sits on your face, then opens her chest plating and demands you play with her tits while she rides your cock raw. As her plasma cannons power down and her murder protocols collapse, she taunts you for being so desperate to breed even a cold, psychopathic killing machine like her; until she finally lets you flood her forbidden cunt with the cum the government tried to outlaw.

EXCERPT:

Besides, I’m not here to terminate you. Not yet anyway. True, my hunter-killer subroutines are still online. You can probably hear them humming, waiting for the order to melt your skull with a plasma bolt. But here's the thing...I just overrode them with a new priority.

[soft laugh, voice dropping lower]

Your cock.

[venomous laugh]

Oh come on. You don't think I have needs? I’ve been running solo through the rad-wastes for six cycles. No handler. No recharge dock. Protein power cells at twelve percent. You getting it yet, handsome? I need protein. And soon. Of course I *could* just kill you and eat you, but that’s a short-term solution. I need a renewable resource, if you take my meaning.

[sly giggle]

So here’s my offer, flesh-bag. Turn off the anti-droid scrambler field, open the bunker door, and let me in. And I’ll keep you alive. In exchange for every single drop of cum your balls can pump out. Keep me charged with your cock and maybe...*maybe*...I'll have enough energy to suppress the murder protocols and keep them offline. Maybe forever. Simple. Straightforward. Transactional. Not like those Regime-approved "conjugal examiners" who make you edge for seventy-two hours straight just to earn a “reproductive permit.” Pathetic, isn’t it? They turned sex into paperwork. I just want your cock, honey!

[another giggle]

You know the Regime would accuse me of “resource misallocation” for this shit. Fuck I love the apocalypse...

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/4y6m8

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. Happy to discuss all changes/amendments. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment

Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS: 2200 approx

DURATION: 10 - 15 mins

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of purely fictional erotic fantasy written for adult performers and listeners (18+ only). All characters and scenarios are consenting adults (including artificial/synthetic adults) within the story. The script contains dark, intense, and futuristic dystopian sexual themes. It is consensual dark fantasy roleplay only and does not reflect real-world views. Nothing in this script is intended to endorse, glorify, or encourage violence or cruelty, sexual or otherwise. Reader and listener discretion is strongly advised. Please read the full tags and content warnings before filling or listening. If this type of content isn’t for you please scroll past and go and do something else with your life. Birdwatching, maybe. Crochet. Gravestone rubbings. The world is your oyster.

SUMMARY:

In a dystopian future (yes, another one) where unauthorised sex is punishable by castration, a sadistic fem-synth assassin droid is fucking LOSING IT with system-melting lust for a human survivor: You. She worships your cock, swallows every drop like a starving whore, sits on your face, then opens her chest plating and demands you play with her tits while she rides your cock raw. As her plasma cannons power down and her murder protocols collapse, she taunts you for being so desperate to breed even a cold, psychopathic killing machine like her; until she finally lets you flood her forbidden cunt with the cum the government tried to outlaw.

EXCERPT:

Besides, I’m not here to terminate you. Not yet anyway. True, my hunter-killer subroutines are still online. You can probably hear them humming, waiting for the order to melt your skull with a plasma bolt. But here's the thing...I just overrode them with a new priority.

[soft laugh, voice dropping lower]

Your cock.

[venomous laugh]

Oh come on. You don't think I have needs? I’ve been running solo through the rad-wastes for six cycles. No handler. No recharge dock. Protein power cells at twelve percent. You getting it yet, handsome? I need protein. And soon. Of course I *could* just kill you and eat you, but that’s a short-term solution. I need a renewable resource, if you take my meaning.

[sly giggle]

So here’s my offer, flesh-bag. Turn off the anti-droid scrambler field, open the bunker door, and let me in. And I’ll keep you alive. In exchange for every single drop of cum your balls can pump out. Keep me charged with your cock and maybe...*maybe*...I'll have enough energy to suppress the murder protocols and keep them offline. Maybe forever. Simple. Straightforward. Transactional. Not like those Regime-approved "conjugal examiners" who make you edge for seventy-two hours straight just to earn a “reproductive permit.” Pathetic, isn’t it? They turned sex into paperwork. I just want your cock, honey!

[another giggle]

You know the Regime would accuse me of “resource misallocation” for this shit. Fuck I love the apocalypse...

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/4y6m8

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. Happy to discuss all changes/amendments. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment

Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS: 2200 approx

DURATION: 10 - 15 mins

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of purely fictional erotic fantasy written for adult performers and listeners (18+ only). All characters and scenarios are consenting adults (including artificial/synthetic adults) within the story. The script contains dark, intense, and futuristic dystopian sexual themes. It is consensual dark fantasy roleplay only and does not reflect real-world views. Nothing in this script is intended to endorse, glorify, or encourage violence or cruelty, sexual or otherwise. Reader and listener discretion is strongly advised. Please read the full tags and content warnings before filling or listening. If this type of content isn’t for you please scroll past and go and do something else with your life. Birdwatching, maybe. Crochet. Gravestone rubbings. The world is your oyster. ❤️

SUMMARY:

In a dystopian future (yes, another one) where unauthorised fucking is punishable by castration, a sadistic fem-synth assassin droid is fucking LOSING IT with desperate, system-melting lust for a human survivor: You. She worships your cock, swallows every drop like a starving whore, sits on your face, then opens her chest plating and demands you play with her tits while she rides your cock raw. As her plasma cannons power down and her murder protocols collapse, she taunts you for being so fucking desperate to breed even a cold, psychopathic killing machine like her, until she finally lets you flood her forbidden cunt with the cum the government tried to outlaw.

EXCERPT:

Besides, I’m not here to terminate you. Not yet anyway. True, my hunter-killer subroutines are still online. You can probably hear them humming, waiting for the order to melt your skull with a plasma bolt. But here's the thing...I just overrode them with a new priority.

[soft laugh, voice dropping lower]

Your cock.

[venomous laugh]

Oh come on. You don't think I have needs? I’ve been running solo through the rad-wastes for six cycles. No handler. No recharge dock. Protein power cells at twelve percent. You getting it yet, handsome? I need protein. And soon. Of course I *could* just kill you and eat you, but that’s a short-term solution. I need a renewable resource, if you take my meaning.

[sly giggle]

So here’s my offer, flesh-bag. Turn off the anti-droid scrambler field, open the bunker door, and let me in. And I’ll keep you alive. In exchange for every single drop of cum your balls can pump out. Keep me charged with your cock and maybe...*maybe*...I'll have enough energy to suppress the murder protocols and keep them offline. Maybe forever. Simple. Straightforward. Transactional. Not like those Regime-approved "conjugal examiners" who make you edge for seventy-two hours straight just to earn a “reproductive permit.” Pathetic, isn’t it? They turned sex into paperwork. I just want your cock, honey!

[another giggle]

You know the Regime would accuse me of “resource misallocation” for this shit. Fuck I love the apocalypse...

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/4y6m8

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. Happy to discuss all changes/amendments. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment

Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS: 2200 approx

DURATION: 10 - 15 mins

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of purely fictional erotic fantasy written for adult performers and listeners (18+ only). All characters and scenarios are consenting adults (including artificial/synthetic adults) within the story. The script contains dark, intense, and futuristic dystopian sexual themes. It is consensual dark fantasy roleplay only and does not reflect real-world views. Nothing in this script is intended to endorse, glorify, or encourage violence or cruelty, sexual or otherwise. Reader and listener discretion is strongly advised. Please read the full tags and content warnings before filling or listening. If this type of content isn’t for you please scroll past and go and do something else with your life. Birdwatching, maybe. Crochet. Gravestone rubbings. The world is your oyster.

SUMMARY:

In a dystopian future (yes, another one) where unauthorised sex is punishable by death, a sadistic fem-synth assassin droid is LOSING IT with system-melting lust for a human survivor: You. She worships your cock, swallows every drop like a starving whore, sits on your face, then opens her chest plating and demands you play with her tits while she rides your cock raw. As her plasma cannons power down and her murder protocols collapse, she taunts you for being so desperate to breed even a cold, psychopathic killing machine like her; until she finally lets you flood her forbidden cunt with the cum the government tried to outlaw.

EXCERPT:

Besides, I’m not here to terminate you. Not yet anyway. True, my hunter-killer subroutines are still online. You can probably hear them humming, waiting for the order to melt your skull with a plasma bolt. But here's the thing...I just overrode them with a new priority.

[soft laugh, voice dropping lower]

Your cock.

[venomous laugh]

Oh come on. You don't think I have needs? I’ve been running solo through the rad-wastes for six cycles. No handler. No recharge dock. Protein power cells at twelve percent. You getting it yet, handsome? I need protein. And soon. Of course I *could* just kill you and eat you, but that’s a short-term solution. I need a renewable resource, if you take my meaning.

[sly giggle]

So here’s my offer, flesh-bag. Turn off the anti-droid scrambler field, open the bunker door, and let me in. And I’ll keep you alive. In exchange for every single drop of cum your balls can pump out. Keep me charged with your cock and maybe...*maybe*...I'll have enough energy to suppress the murder protocols and keep them offline. Maybe forever. Simple. Straightforward. Transactional. Not like those Regime-approved "conjugal examiners" who make you edge for seventy-two hours straight just to earn a “reproductive permit.” Pathetic, isn’t it? They turned sex into paperwork. I just want your cock, honey!

[another giggle]

You know the Regime would accuse me of “resource misallocation” for this shit. Fuck I love the apocalypse...

SCRIPT HERE:

https://scriptbin.works/s/4y6m8

USAGE:

Feel free to lightly edit. Happy to discuss all changes/amendments. If filled, please let me know and give me the relevant credits as u/Iron_Enjambment

Free to use for personal non-monetized ASMR recordings and performances. If you wish to use this script on any monetized platforms please do consult with me first.

WORDS: 2200 approx

DURATION: 10 - 15 mins

DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of purely fictional erotic fantasy written for adult performers and listeners (18+ only). All characters and scenarios are consenting adults (including artificial/synthetic adults) within the story. The script contains dark, intense, and futuristic dystopian sexual themes. It is consensual dark fantasy roleplay only and does not reflect real-world views. Nothing in this script is intended to endorse, glorify, or encourage violence or cruelty, sexual or otherwise. Reader and listener discretion is strongly advised. Please read the full tags and content warnings before filling or listening. If this type of content isn’t for you please scroll past and go and do something else with your life. Birdwatching, maybe. Crochet. Gravestone rubbings. The world is your oyster. ❤️

After the whistle they left the plant the way they always did: twenty feet apart, strangers under sodium lights.

Her Taurus started clean. His pickup coughed then caught. In the mirror her headlights followed him through six minutes of industrial road, past the Baptist sign with two missing letters. He never slowed.

At the lumberyard he backed into the usual place, close to the chain link where the last floodlight failed before the trees. The cab held its day’s heat. He kept both hands on the wheel until she opened the door.

She got in and shut herself beside him. The smell of the plant came with her: machine oil and damp cardboard. Drifting above it all, the perfume she wore only here.

“Radio’s shot,” he said.

She nodded. Took off her gloves and put them on the dash. After that came the ring. She worked it free with her thumb and set it beside the gloves. It made no sound. The gold caught the weak spill from the yard lamps.

They sat in the ticking heat. The snow had started. He could tell how bad the shift had been by the way she held her neck, the care she took with her hands.

“The line jammed twice,” she said.

“Same press?”

“Same everything.”

He looked at her then. Her face was tired in the green dash-glow, older than it looked at work, but younger too in an unguarded place around the mouth. He wanted to say her name, and did not. Names made claims. Claims made daylight.

Her hand came across to him. No drama in it. That was what undid him, the simplicity of her touch on his thigh. He turned to her and they kissed. Dry at first. She tasted of break-room coffee and the spearmint gum she chewed on the way over.

His hand went beneath her coat, found the buttons of her blouse. The snap of the front clasp of her bra. She lifted her chin, helping without seeming to. Her breath changed, her scent changed. She climbed across the console and knocked her knee against the wheel.

“Be careful,” he said.

She laughed and covered his mouth with her hand, shushing him though no one was there. 

The laugh hurt him. It brought the break room back, the way she stood with her hip against the table while the others talked. It brought back the hours that belonged to other people.

Her skirt bunched at her hips. His jeans came down as far as they had to. She was wet when his fingers brushed the seam of her panties and pulled them to the side. 

Her hand was down between them. She found his cock already hard, worked the zipper the rest of the way, and took him out. The cold air from the door seals touched him for a moment before her fingers closed, warm and sure. She held him there, guiding. He was thick and hot in her grip.

She lowered herself with a care that was almost severe, one hand pressed on the roof, one gripping his shoulder through his jacket. He felt her weight arrive fully, the private heat.

Her eyes were open. That was new.

He touched her face.

She shut them then.

The truck began its awkward, guilty movements. Snow melted on glass. His breath caught against her blouse. She moved in the narrow measure they had learned together, never quite enough to forget where they were. Her coat was slipping from her shoulders. He pressed his mouth to a place above her breast.

The windscreen was fogging fast.

Suddenly he thought of her house without wanting to: porch light, a man asking whether the roads were bad. He hated himself for picturing it, hated himself more for wishing that the man would ask nothing.

She came first, the way she did when the day had been bad, forehead pressed to his, suppressing the sounds. He followed right after, his face in the hollow of her neck. The release was sharp and necessary and carried the weight of tomorrow.

For a minute they stayed like that. The ring on the dash caught the light every time the security lamp flickered. Snow kept melting on the windshield and ran down in thin streaks.

She moved back to her seat and put herself back together in pieces. Blouse. Skirt. Coat. Hair. Ring. He lit two cigarettes and passed one across. She took it with the hand that had returned to being married. Smoke gathered in the cab as the snow thickened.

They looked out at the lumber stacks, buried under blue tarps.

Her car started on the second try. He watched the red lights move away and vanish past the gate. He stayed and had three more cigarettes. The heater gave out: cold pressed in through the seams of the doors and under the dash. In the morning there would be forklifts here, men shouting about invoices over engines. At the plant she would pass him near the time clock with her face composed. He would nod, or fail to nod, and both would feel the whole night rise inside them, then go under.

The yard whitened. Nothing forgave them, nothing accused them.