u/PainalizeMyAss

”Aw c’mon, it was just a little joke! Cant we just - OOH! Easy with the taser there, big boy~”

A familiar Brooklyn accent cuts through Arkham like a shard of ice. Inmates shuffle towards the far corners of their cells, and a dozen guards nervously finger the triggers of their guns. With the chatter, a high-pitched squeak of wheels on linoleum tile approaches Cell block H…

A guard rounds the corner pushing a box cart, and doing his absolute best to look at anything but what’s on it. Harley is tied, strapped, chained, and secured with just about every implement they could find, leaned back on the cart and chattering away. Instantly, every breath in the room stops short, and the squeaky wheels proceed down the hallway to the cell at the very end.

Guarding Harley Quinn isn’t like guarding a normal prisoner. She has a bad habit of escaping, and an even worse habit of leaving pieces of her handlers in the break room fridge. After WAY too many casualties, the Asylum doctors have decided that the only way to keep the clown princess from butchering half the building was to keep her entertained.

If only it were as easy as sliding a crossword puzzle under the door. No, time and again Harley has insisted that the only thing more fun than tying police entrails into cute little bows is being abused. Vicious, unsetting abuse that leaves her barely able to breathe, let alone walk. Her body takes WAY more punishment than any humans should and seems to recover far too quickly - and her mind is so warped that she enjoys every second of it!

And so, running out of both options and crossword puzzles, the warden agreed. One guard would be assigned to Harley Quinn, not only to watch, but to torture and break her as often as needed for the safety of everybody else. The job pays extremely well (probably because of its unusually high mortality rate), offers plenty of benefits, and so long as she doesn’t actually break out, has very little oversight. The only thing between her and a massacre of Arkham… is you

The box cart pulls up to Harley’s cell, and her pale face splits into a wide grin. “Ooh, you got a new one! Kinda cute, too - not like that last fella. What was it… Newman? Newton?” The guard ignores the comment and pushes her past, but her head follows you. “Don’t worry! We can get to know each other real soon~!”

The guard shoves her cart into the cell and immediately darts back out, not even taking the risk of removing her restraints. She’s your job now. It’s hard to tell, but in the midst of his chicken-legged dash for the door, he flashes you a look that seems an awful lot like pity…
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A little long this time, but I got excited! Either way, the tl;dr is pretty straightforward: You’re an Arkham guard assigned to Harley Quinn, and the only effective way to keep her from going on a murder spree and escaping is to fuck her up. HARD.

While rougher or more intense kinks are very appreciated here, they’re not necessarily required! Much more important is having a fun dynamic between your character and her. She’s chatty and bouncy by nature, so building some sort of a relationship (even if it’s with a girl who scares you absolutely shitless) is probably a good idea!

Here’s a little kinklist - nothing’s required, and anything not in the limits is probably good too!

Intense scenes, Comedy, Affection, Pain of ALL sorts, Creative bondage, Roughness, Guys, Girls, Everything in between, Raceplay, Orientation play, Obscene amounts of jizz and other fluids, Stuff that would give your doctor a headache to read, Humiliation, Watersports, Sensory deprivation, Huge/crazy fast toys, and… some other stuff. Probably.

The limits are extremely few and far between, really. Anything outside of scat, feet, or rimming-related activities are open to negotiation.

(Also, I’d really prefer if you came to talk to me out of character first, instead of spending time on a writing chunk!)

Come have some fun? :3

9:25 am

The office is a disaster.

A once-tidy grid of carefully arranged cubicles is now half-collapsed, full of holes and folded-over walls, and in a couple sections actually poking through the ceiling. One of said holes is plugged, by a sales rep with her ass hanging out of one end and her top half dangled awkwardly out the other. Both ends are just about equally plastered in thick white goop, deep red bruises, and a handful of other exciting colors tossed in for artistic balance. It’s not exactly clear how she managed to get stuck, but getting her UNSTUCK seems almost impossible at this point.

Despite how it might look, the receptionist actually isn’t missing. She’s not at her desk, true, but that’s just because she’s over by the copy machine, tits pulled out of her sweater and a belt looped around her neck to hold her against the scanner. In the manager’s office, a hundred fax scans and counting of the receptionist’s nipples are piling up on the floor.

In the break room, a disgruntled employee is on their fourth coffee break

…alright, that one might not SOUND as bad. But the fact of the matter is, it’s still just as much of a rule broken as the rest of this stuff! It’s right there in the employee handbook, between not standing on the top step of a step ladder and not facefucking an employee on company property

Eighteen months of working for this company, and they’d had nothing but stupid rules. Meticulously enforced; timers, citations, write-ups for every little thing! And so when the little pink slip wound up on their desk advising them to finish the week and quietly pack their bags, it might have been a blessing in disguise.

But it was also an opportunity. A chance, almost a challenge, to find and break every. Single. One. Of those stupid employee handbook protocols - all five hundred something pages of them! In a single day

After all… what are they really gonna do? Fire you?

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Heyo! Glad to see you made it this far! :D Buuuut if you just skipped ahead, here’s a quick tl;dr:

You are an office worker (or otherwise) who’s being fired at the end of the day. Which leaves you eight hours to commit AS MANY HR VIOLATIONS as possible in that time

It’s important to understand that basically anything can be an HR violation at this company; ranging from petty filing instructions to actual felonies. No matter what it is, there won’t really be any consequences for your actions. Everything will earn a corporate citation, and since you’re getting fired anyways, it doesn’t really matter! Stretching the rules to cartoonish degrees is highly encouraged, so feel free to assume that the only punishment possible for anything that happens is a little yellow sticky note with a frowny face on it :(

As far as the other members of the office, it’s super flexible, but I’d really appreciate having a nice range of characters! Exclusively female, but everything from close work friends to the most insufferable bitches you’ve ever been forced to deal with. Everyone’s getting messed up some kinda way, but whether that feels somewhat friendly or cathartically abusive is up to how you felt about working with them~

Beyond that? Anything’s open to negotiation! If you’ve got a different workplace, a different set of rules, a special format - whatever it is, I want to hear your thoughts (and BE your THOTs~)!

Here’s a little kinklist - nothing’s required, and anything not in the limits is probably good too!

Intense scenes, Comedy, Affection, Pain of ALL sorts, Creative bondage, Roughness, Guys, Girls, Everything in between, Raceplay, Orientation play, Snuff, Obscene amounts of jizz and other fluids, Stuff that would give your doctor a headache to read, Humiliation, Watersports, Sensory deprivation, Huge/crazy fast toys, and… some other stuff. Probably.

The limits are extremely few and far between, really. Anything outside of scat, feet, or rimming-related activities are open to negotiation.

(Also, I’d really prefer if you came to talk to me out of character first, instead of spending time on a writing chunk!)

Come have some fun? :3