u/Ok_Secret_429

Hey!

The setup:

The third world war broke out because of tensions in the Middle East. Cities didn’t fall slowly, everything was wiped out. Bombs everywhere. No warning, no escape.

You, your husband, and your 2 kids lived in Dubai before it all started. Life wasn’t rich, but it was good. Peaceful. Safe.

Now it’s gone.

Missiles destroyed your home. Jobs disappeared. Money means nothing. You lost everything in days.

Now you’re on the streets. No shelter. Army camps are full. The government won’t take you in. It’s been a week since your kids had a proper meal, two since you and your husband did.

People won’t help. Four people is too much. Everyone’s trying to survive longer than everyone else.

So you and your husband made a decision.

You go alone.

A single woman has a better chance. Someone might take you in. Feed you. And maybe… later, you can bring your family.

You don’t have a choice anymore.

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The roleplay:

I find you on the side of the road

passed out, covered in dirt, your hijab torn, barely conscious.

I give you water. Food. I sit with you, treat you like you still matter.

And you notice something.

I have supplies. Enough to survive. Maybe even a safe place.

Somewhere away from all this.

Somewhere your kids could live.

So you stay close. Say you’re going the same way, to the army camp. Your voice softer now, careful, calculated.

Because this isn’t just survival anymore.

This is your only chance.

And you’ll do whatever it takes to not lose it.

You beg me to take you to my bunker.

Not with dignity, just desperation. Your voice breaking, your body barely holding up.

I hesitate… then set a condition. Intimacy, sex. You can stay with me for a while, less than a week, just a few days. I will provide you shelter, food, warm bed, but you have been my sex slave for those days.

It's been months since the war, I haven't been with anyone, I was desperate, I didn't want to take you in but you begged me, and your young body tore through my defences. I agree on this condition only.

You hesitate but....you realise this might be your only chance...you still hesitate, but then your children’s faces come back, hungry, waiting, crying.

So you decide,

Stay. Be close. Do what it takes to earn your place.

You agree.

You hatch a plan, you decide you have to save your family, I will drop you off an army camp after I am done with you, you decide something dark.

You decide to kill me, that's the only way you and your family can survive.

But as the okay goes on, your attempt fails, I realise your plan, and then, make you my true cock sleeve, my sex slave till the end of the world. Fuck you daily and miserably, using you for my pleasure, breaking your mind and body, as you unwillingly cum in my cock.

I keep you for myself, a pet for my use, without your will.

All the while your husband and your kids wait for you to come save them from this miserable life in the middle of the war, living in the footpath.

I have a few good ideas how this could play out after this, so it can even get more taboo. All the while i invite changes to make it fun for both players.

This is a DARK PLOT, so if you reach out be ready for dark themes, and please share your kinks and limits as you approach.

I genuinely need to rant about something that’s becoming painfully common in RP communities.

Why do some people pretend to be women while RPing?

And before anyone says “gender shouldn’t matter in roleplay”, cool, agreed. In character is one thing. But I’m talking about people who actively lie, fake identities, fake photos, fake personalities, fake “girl behind the screen” energy… for what exactly?

I’m someone who LOVES detailed, immersive roleplay. Complex plots, slow burns, dark themes, emotional tension, worldbuilding, niche kinks, the whole package. I put actual effort into discussions, character chemistry, plot building, and writing. So imagine spending hours talking to someone, planning scenes, brainstorming dynamics… only to slowly realize the person has been lying from the start.

It completely kills the fun, the tension and the trust.

And honestly? The weirdest part is… why even do it? There ARE people in RP spaces who are perfectly okay RPing with men. There are entire communities built around it. You don’t need to catfish people into interacting with you.

Now every time I get a DM, I feel like I’m doing FBI level background checks just to know whether I’m talking to a real person or another dude running a fake account and suspicious comment and post patterns.

It’s exhausting.

And the sad part? It makes genuinely honest roleplayers suffer too, because people become more guarded and paranoid over time.

Please, for the love of immersive RP and basic decency:

Stop pretending to be someone you’re not just to get interactions.i

You might get a reply that way.

You won’t get a genuine connection.

And there is another problem of people not finishing the roleplays they start, but that rant is for another day.

Hi, 21M

This is a plot about blackmailing the maid's daughter, as she was found stealing from the house.

The maid's daughter only helped out at my house, but one day i find her going through my wallet.

I slap her across her face, tears down her eyes. As she begs me to not tell her mother.

I let her go. Under one condition.

She convinces her mother, that she will be working in my house from now on. So that "her mother can work other houses"

Kinks: Risky public play, rough play, light bdsm, groping, corruption.

Limits: scat, gore, vomit.

Hey!

In your college social experiment on treating the homeless with kindness, you, the innocent young college student, invited me, a filthy street beggar reeking of sweat, into your cozy apartment for a month long stay. What started as a noble project quickly turned into my dirty playground, where I claimed you as my personal slut with my massive 12 inch wrist thick cock, breeding you relentlessly under the guise of gratitude. The tension built from the first awkward encounters, your naive smiles hiding the growing heat between us, until I broke through your facade, turning every moment into a dirty degrading taboo fuckfest.

First scene: In the steamy bathroom, as you soaped my hairy, dirt covered body trying to clean me up, your hands trembled upon gripping my throbbing lund, sucking it deep into your throat while I growled, 'Madam, ab se tu meri raand hai,' before ramming it down your gullet and flooding your mouth with thick, salty cum that dripped down your chin.

Second scene: With the neighbor's 10 year old kid came to your house, and is on the floor playing PlayStation, we "cuddled" under a thin blanket on the couch; I plunged my veiny cock into your soaking chut, pounding hard as the blanket shook like a wrestling match, the boy glancing up curiously, you gasped, 'hum bas khel rahe hain, mat dekho,' he cheered 'Go bhaiya! you can do this! oblivious as I bred your womb with my hot cum, your body quivering in extreme ecstasy.

Third scene: Bent over the kitchen counter during your innocent phone call with papa, I yanked down your jeans and forced my girthy shaft into your tight gaand, thrusting savagely while you stifled moans, telling him 'Haan papa, bas bhaiya ko project ke liye laayi hoon, sab theek hai,' his proud 'Good job, beti' echoing as I unloaded deep inside, cum leaking down your thighs, you dropped the phone, whispering 'More, daddy, fuck me harder.'

Fourth scene: Posing as my village bride in a hasty ceremony, I took you to the rural fields behind the wedding chaos where gaon ke mard groped your curves and pinched your boobs, you shoving them off with 'Main bhaiya ki biwi hoon, haath mat lagao,' their hungry eyes fueling my rage; I dragged you into the tall jhaadiyan, hiked up your saree, and slammed my monster cock into your dripping pussy on the muddy ground, 'These village dogs wanted you, kuttiya, but I'm breeding you now,' you screamed 'Haan daddy please, unke saamne hi chod chod kar mujhe pregnant krde!' as I pumped load after load into your fertile cunt, our bodies slick with sweat and earth, sealing your fate as my eternal randi.

PS: The original idea doesn't belong to me.

Share your kinks and limits as you DM.