A sweet odor blends into the stench of fish carcasses and wood soaked in sea-water. The bilge water sloshes around the ankles of the brawny pirate as he lifts Eli and grapples her wrist, controlling her
hand that wields the pitiful excuse for a blade. His powerful hands dwarf hers, and he easily pries open her fingers to make the little knife she had found for defense fall.

The sounds of battle drown out the little splash when the non-weapon hits the water. Her scent alone is enough to drive him into a rapacious frenzy. Even a homely girl would have been a prize, but a young beauty was a tremendous
discovery. His hands shot to her crotch and breasts to drink in the feeling of a woman's body even before he tore her clothes off.

The smell of rum was
heavy on his breath as he breathed into her hair, pressing her against the closest wall before the waves rocked the hull and knocked him off balance.

He adjusted his grip to keep his stolen prize from getting free, wrapping his hairy, sun-baked arms around her waist in a bear hug, carrying her toward
the stairs, eager to show what he had found and rape her in front of his mates.

The blasts of blunderbusses sounded again and again as several surrendering sailors of the captured ship were executed on their knees. Those
who were spared to be captured and enslaved were saved by luck alone. The pirates began to cheer their victory as the realization spread that their
enemies had given up.

As Eli was being dragged up from the lower deck, the Captain took hold of the wheel of the vessel he had won. He gripped the smooth wooden handles and tested its resistance against his muscles as he forced it to turn back and forth. He could order a portion of his crew to take command of the damaged ship, but they were too far from a safe harbor.

The bald and brawny first mate, appeared at his side. "The ship is yours, Captain. What are your orders?"

"Kill the wounded, put the survivors in irons, loot everything, scuttle the ship.”

"Aye, Sir, " he replied without saluting, turning to bellow orders and begin the process of raping the ship.

Eli made it no easy feat for the pirate to wrangle her up onto the deck, but at the end of the day he was at least double her size and easily wrenched her desperate grip from everything it found. Her eyes
crested the deck of the ship just in time to see three men executed, the smoke of the blunderbuss barely enough to obscure the sight.

She let out a high-pitched yelp, different from her initial screams in the way it quickly caught in her throat - much like the sight of dying men had caught in her head. For a moment her fight stopped
as the reality of the situation gripped her lungs in a vice.

"Oh god," she finally breathes out, her wide, emerald eyes taking in all the pirates standing over men who had been alive only an hour before. They
were over-run and the ship was lost.

Slowly she starts to struggle a bit more, pulling against the iron-clad grip moving her toward the Captain.

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Hello there and thanks for sticking with me. I’m looking to do a dark-romance roleplay where maybe character is captured by your crew only to be ‘saved’ by you. I say saved because instead of the crew’s mercy, I end up at yours.

Our relationship should start off noncon and move into a consensual, Stockholm relationship.

I’m also open to any suggestions of ideas you might have.

Kinks: noncon, forced orgasms, bondage, impact play, anal, throat fucking, permanent marks of ownership, master/slave, aftercare, breeding, and many more.

Limits: extreme gore, snuff of my character, scat, underaged.

Elizabeth Marie Hayden is five foot eight, one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, with long blonde hair and green eyes, though the blonde is more copper now with the bits of dried blood streaking through it. Freckles spot across the bridge of her nose in warm little constellations, her cheeks, usually flushed like she has a permanent sun-kiss, are now pale. She lives at an apartment in the city, third floor, on the west side…… at least, that’s what her driver’s license says. That neat little plastic rectangle nestled in her purse outlines her whole identity like it’s stable and certain.

But right m now, nothing feels stable.

Right now, she’s slowly coming to in a bed she’s never been I before.

A mattress. A thick, heavy blanket. The faint smell of shampoo and old wood….

For a moment Eli thinks she must’ve made it home somehow, that maybe the crash wasn’t that bad. Maybe she walked away from it and her brain just… isn’t remembering. But then her eyes open and she slowly takes in the fact this isn’t her bedroom.

This isn’t any bedroom she’s ever seen.

The ceiling is too low, the wood-beam kind you only see in older houses, the ones that creaks when weather changes and settles the walls. A lamp glows on a bedside table, humming quietly like it’s running off old wiring.

Her vision doubles for a moment, then sharpens again as a headache blooms behind her eyes and pulses down her neck.

She sits up a fraction and then gasps sharply through her teeth when he arm throbs. It’s strapped to her torso in a cloth sling, immobilized to keep her from moving with a fracture .

Her purse is on a chair in the corner, unzipped with the contents laid out in organized rows on the dresser. Her ID sits right on top of the pile. She can see the photo clearly from the bed, her own bright smile, her hair neat and perfect in that picture.

Her hair isn’t perfect now.

It’s tangled with wisps and curls everywhere, streaked from dried blood and whatever the road did to it. Her mouth is dry and her brain struggles to connect the dots.

She remembers driving……..Headlights filling her rearview……..a split second where she realized , far too late, that the car behind her wasn’t slowing.

There was a crunch of metal. Glass. Pain.

Then…….nothing.

Eli swallows. The silence in the room interrupted only by her own breathing and the faint hum of the lamp.

Someone set her arm.

Someone placed her in this bed.

And someone went through her things.

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Looking for a noncon/dark romance rp where you stage an accident so you can take my character. It can be any kind of accident, it doesn’t have to be a car accident. The idea is that you can be so sweet, gentle, and caring in one breath and then are capable of extreme cruelty in the next. (Or however you want to play your character). I’m also open to just how injured my character is, she doesn’t have to be very injured or she could be absolutely dependent upon your character.

I have a lot of kinks, some of my favorites are forced orgasms, dark romance, Stockholm, breeding, bondage, anal, insertions, deep throat, humiliation , spankings, forced dd/lg (above the age of 18), cum play, enemas, and breast play. There are a lot more but these are some of my favorites.

limits: underage, scat, extreme gore

Once a year I take a week off from my hectic life, unplug, and pitch a tent somewhere in the wilderness. I’ve taken many trips over the years and have seen the most beautiful landscapes, waterfalls, and nights under the stars.

But this time I wanted a challenge. I’d always heard about the scenic views of a mountain chain a state up and decided to spend a week hiking. I plan out my campsites on my maps and prepare to go. I pack light but efficiently, always leaving my cell phone at home in exchange for a radio.

The first two days where incredible and went off without a hitch. I was on the middle of my journey to my third planned campsite, traversing a precarious trail that had been washed out, when the ground beneath my feet crumbled. My fingers grasped at anything they could to stabilize myself, but my packed pulled me back, snatching my body down over the side of the mountain.

I don’t know how far I fell or for how long. It must have been over quicker than it felt, gravity has a funny way of playing out in slow motion like that.

My pack absorbed the worst of the first blow, my body tumbling heels over head to drag my front side down the rocky terrain until momentum sent me tumbling again. I let out a small scream of fear, flailing to stop my downward momentum until my chest bounced off a tree. The blow left me dazed and gasping for breath that my traumatized diaphragm refused to take in. And just as quickly as it started, it was over.

My body finished it’s downward journey, reaching the valley between mountains. I rolled, my head smacking against a rock just before my momentum ran out.

I let out a groan, dazed as I weakly try to sit up before promptly passing out. And that’s how you find me, my body battered and limp.

You’d been out here for years, having answered the call for solitude long ago. You went off the grid, finding the most remote place in the mountains and calling it your home. Sometimes you hike into the nearest town for supplies, but mostly you keep to yourself. And that can get so lonely. As much as you enjoyed your solitude, you couldn’t deny the ache you had for the warmth and softness of a woman.

You heard my scream when I fell and upon finding me injured, decide not to refuse a gift from the universe.

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Looking for a rape rp where you rescue me and then forcibly take your reward - me. You can be so sweet, gentle, and caring in one breathe and then are capable of extreme cruelty in the next. (Or however you want to play your character). I’m also open to just how injured my character is, she doesn’t have to be very injured or she could be absolutely dependent upon your character.

I have a lot of kinks, some of my favorites are forced orgasms, dark romance, Stockholm, breeding, bondage, anal, insertions, deep throat, humiliation , spankings, forced dd/lg , cum play, enemas, and breast play. There are a lot more but these are some of my favorites.

limits: underage, scat, extreme gore

Elizabeth Marie Hayden is five foot eight, one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, with long blonde hair and green eyes, though the blonde is more copper now with the bits of dried blood streaking through it. Freckles spot across the bridge of her nose in warm little constellations, her cheeks, usually flushed like she has a permanent sun-kiss, are now pale. She lives at an apartment in the city, third floor, on the west side…… at least, that’s what her driver’s license says. That neat little plastic rectangle nestled in her purse outlines her whole identity like it’s stable and certain.

But right m now, nothing feels stable.

Right now, she’s slowly coming to in a bed she’s never been I before.

A mattress. A thick, heavy blanket. The faint smell of shampoo and old wood….

For a moment Eli thinks she must’ve made it home somehow, that maybe the crash wasn’t that bad. Maybe she walked away from it and her brain just… isn’t remembering. But then her eyes open and she slowly takes in the fact this isn’t her bedroom.

This isn’t any bedroom she’s ever seen.

The ceiling is too low, the wood-beam kind you only see in older houses, the ones that creaks when weather changes and settles the walls. A lamp glows on a bedside table, humming quietly like it’s running off old wiring.

Her vision doubles for a moment, then sharpens again as a headache blooms behind her eyes and pulses down her neck.

She sits up a fraction and then gasps sharply through her teeth when he arm throbs. It’s strapped to her torso in a cloth sling, immobilized to keep her from moving with a fracture .

Her purse is on a chair in the corner, unzipped with the contents laid out in organized rows on the dresser. Her ID sits right on top of the pile. She can see the photo clearly from the bed, her own bright smile, her hair neat and perfect in that picture.

Her hair isn’t perfect now.

It’s tangled with wisps and curls everywhere, streaked from dried blood and whatever the road did to it. Her mouth is dry and her brain struggles to connect the dots.

She remembers driving……..Headlights filling her rearview……..a split second where she realized , far too late, that the car behind her wasn’t slowing.

There was a crunch of metal. Glass. Pain.

Then…….nothing.

Eli swallows. The silence in the room interrupted only by her own breathing and the faint hum of the lamp.

Someone set her arm.

Someone placed her in this bed.

And someone went through her things.

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Looking for a noncon/dark romance rp where you stage an accident so you can take my character. It can be any kind of accident, it doesn’t have to be a car accident. The idea is that you can be so sweet, gentle, and caring in one breath and then are capable of extreme cruelty in the next. (Or however you want to play your character). I’m also open to just how injured my character is, she doesn’t have to be very injured or she could be absolutely dependent upon your character.

I have a lot of kinks, some of my favorites are forced orgasms, dark romance, Stockholm, breeding, bondage, anal, insertions, deep throat, humiliation , spankings, forced dd/lg (above the age of 18), cum play, enemas, and breast play. There are a lot more but these are some of my favorites.

limits: underage, scat, extreme gore

Once a year I take a week off from my hectic life, unplug, and pitch a tent somewhere in the wilderness. I’ve taken many trips over the years and have seen the most beautiful landscapes, waterfalls, and nights under the stars.

But this time I wanted a challenge. I’d always heard about the scenic views of a mountain chain a state up and decided to spend a week hiking. I plan out my campsites on my maps and prepare to go. I pack light but efficiently, always leaving my cell phone at home in exchange for a radio.

The first two days where incredible and went off without a hitch. I was on the middle of my journey to my third planned campsite, traversing a precarious trail that had been washed out, when the ground beneath my feet crumbled. My fingers grasped at anything they could to stabilize myself, but my packed pulled me back, snatching my body down over the side of the mountain.

I don’t know how far I fell or for how long. It must have been over quicker than it felt, gravity has a funny way of playing out in slow motion like that.

My pack absorbed the worst of the first blow, my body tumbling heels over head to drag my front side down the rocky terrain until momentum sent me tumbling again. I let out a small scream of fear, flailing to stop my downward momentum until my chest bounced off a tree. The blow left me dazed and gasping for breath that my traumatized diaphragm refused to take in. And just as quickly as it started, it was over.

My body finished it’s downward journey, reaching the valley between mountains. I rolled, my head smacking against a rock just before my momentum ran out.

I let out a groan, dazed as I weakly try to sit up before promptly passing out. And that’s how you find me, my body battered and limp.

You’d been out here for years, having answered the call for solitude long ago. You went off the grid, finding the most remote place in the mountains and calling it your home. Sometimes you hike into the nearest town for supplies, but mostly you keep to yourself. And that can get so lonely. As much as you enjoyed your solitude, you couldn’t deny the ache you had for the warmth and softness of a woman.

You heard my scream when I fell and upon finding me injured, decide not to refuse a gift from the universe.

*****

Looking for a rape rp where you rescue me and then forcibly take your reward - me. You can be so sweet, gentle, and caring in one breathe and then are capable of extreme cruelty in the next. (Or however you want to play your character). I’m also open to just how injured my character is, she doesn’t have to be very injured or she could be absolutely dependent upon your character.

I have a lot of kinks, some of my favorites are forced orgasms, dark romance, Stockholm, breeding, bondage, anal, insertions, deep throat, humiliation , spankings, forced dd/lg , cum play, enemas, and breast play. There are a lot more but these are some of my favorites.

limits: underage, scat, extreme gore

I know it was stupid to go out partying by myself, but my friends bailed on me at the last minute and I found myself all dressed up with no one to go. So I decided to go alone. But at least I had enough foresight to have one of them agree to pick me up when I called.

The bar was pretty calm at first but once the band started it quickly filled and became a cease pool of sweating bodies and spilled beer. I was somewhere in the middle of that mass of bodies when a beer got spilled all over my front, leaving me soaked. I was trying to wipe it off when you appeared with a handkerchief, offering it to me with a smile. You mouth moves but I can’t make out the words so you lean a little closer.

“Hey, I saw what happened. You look like you could a dry off,” you flash me a smile as you step away, the cloth extended. The handkerchief feels damp when I take it, but it’s certainly drier than I am. So I quickly begin dabbing at my chest, neck, and arms.

We go back to watching the show and you linger nearby waiting for drug laced cloth to work it’s magic. It takes about 5 minutes for me to start feeling the effects, the room seeming to grow hotter. Then I could feel every thread in my dress rubbing against me, followed quickly by the sensation of my panties biting into my lips. I can’t help but shudder, feeling myself wobble as the room starts to spin.

You’re there again then, a helpful hand on my shoulder as your mouth catches my ear again, “are you alright dear? Need some fresh air?” I eagerly nod my head and instantly regret it, feeling like I’m going to pass out. I stumble into you and you guide me out giving the security guard a smile, “Poor girl couldn’t handle her molly.”

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So the idea is you drug me and take me somewhere secluded: maybe an alley, maybe your car, maybe your home even. The world is your oyster. I’m open to different types of drugged scenarios as well.

Kinks: rape, force, anal, breeding/lactation, prolapse, hole stretching, toilet, water sports deep throat, spankings, bondage, forced orgasms, nipple/breast play, enema play, insertions, creampies, and a lot more.

Limits: underaged , snuff

Emma stood outside the tattoo shop, a nondescript building with a plain black door and a small sign that read "Ink & Steel." The storefront was intimidatingly minimalist, and the lack of inviting decor did nothing to ease her nerves. She took a deep breath, clutching her phone in one hand and her wallet in the other. She had been planning this tattoo for months, but now, standing on the threshold, she felt a wave of anxiety wash over her.

Pushing the door open, she was greeted by a stark, cold interior. The walls were a sterile white, with bright fluorescent lights casting a clinical glow over everything. A metal counter stood at the far end, behind which a tattoo artist was organizing his tools. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic. There were no posters, no artwork, nothing to distract or comfort her.

"Hi," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she approached the counter. "I have an appointment with Alex for a lower back tattoo."

The artist, a tall, muscled man with tattoos peppering his arms, looked up and nodded. "Yeah, you're Emma, right? Follow me."

Emma's heart raced as she followed Alex down a narrow hallway to a small room at the back. The room was just as clinical as the front, with a black leather chair in the center, a tray of sterilized tools, and a large, intimidating tattoo machine. A mirror covered one wall, reflecting her pale, anxious face back at her.

"Go ahead and lie down on the table," Alex instructed, motioning to the chair that had been adjusted into a flat position. "Lower your pants, just enough,” he added at her hesitation, “so I can get to the area, and try to relax."

Emma nodded, her hands trembling as she placed her phone and wallet on a nearby table. She moved to the chair, her legs feeling like jelly. As she lay down, the leather felt cold against her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. She unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down slightly, exposing the small of her back for him to place the stencil.

His gloved hands were efficient and professional as he prepped the area, cleaning it with an alcohol wipe. The coldness of the alcohol made her flinch slightly. Emma could have sworn she heard him chuckle but she probably had to have imagined that. Her breathing became shallow, and she tried to focus on the floor beneath her.

"You okay?" He asked, glancing at her.

"Yeah," she lied, her voice shaking. "Just a bit nervous."

He nodded, clearly used to anxious clients. "It'll be fine. Just try to breathe steadily. We'll start in a moment."

Emma closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down. She could hear the buzz of the tattoo machine as Alex tested it, the sound amplifying her fear. She felt lightheaded, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She took a deep breath, then another, missing the flash of a vial as he loaded a dosage into a needle next to the tattoo gun.

"Just relax and try not to move" his soothing voice filled her ears, one hand coming to the base of her spine, pinching the skin as the other swiftly delivered the injection in one fluid motion.

"OW!" It was all Emma could do not to jump at the pain, hear vision beginning to swirl in seconds. "Oh fuck," she muttered. "I don't feel so goouuh-"

Her eyes rolled up, body going limp in a matter of seconds, leaving at the mercy of her tattoo artist. Was his name even Alex? Was this even a legitimate business? And what kind of art is sue about to walk out with?

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My character wakes up, tied down at your mercy, ready to get a tattoo(s) and/or piercings that she never agreed to.

I have a lot of kinks but some of my favorites are anal, impact play, breeding, bondage, hole stretching, body writing, permanent marks, piercings, knotting, pumping, water sports, rough throat fucking, and many more.

My limits are underage and snuff of my character.

Emma stood outside the tattoo shop, a nondescript building with a plain black door and a small sign that read "Ink & Steel." The storefront was intimidatingly minimalist, and the lack of inviting decor did nothing to ease her nerves. She took a deep breath, clutching her phone in one hand and her wallet in the other. She had been planning this tattoo for months, but now, standing on the threshold, she felt a wave of anxiety wash over her.

Pushing the door open, she was greeted by a stark, cold interior. The walls were a sterile white, with bright fluorescent lights casting a clinical glow over everything. A metal counter stood at the far end, behind which a tattoo artist was organizing his tools. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic. There were no posters, no artwork, nothing to distract or comfort her.

"Hi," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she approached the counter. "I have an appointment with Alex for a lower back tattoo."

The artist, a tall, muscled man with tattoos peppering his arms, looked up and nodded. "Yeah, you're Emma, right? Follow me."

Emma's heart raced as she followed Alex down a narrow hallway to a small room at the back. The room was just as clinical as the front, with a black leather chair in the center, a tray of sterilized tools, and a large, intimidating tattoo machine. A mirror covered one wall, reflecting her pale, anxious face back at her.

"Go ahead and lie down on the table," Alex instructed, motioning to the chair that had been adjusted into a flat position. "Lower your pants, just enough,” he added at her hesitation, “so I can get to the area, and try to relax."

Emma nodded, her hands trembling as she placed her phone and wallet on a nearby table. She moved to the chair, her legs feeling like jelly. As she lay down, the leather felt cold against her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. She unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down slightly, exposing the small of her back for him to place the stencil.

His gloved hands were efficient and professional as he prepped the area, cleaning it with an alcohol wipe. The coldness of the alcohol made her flinch slightly. Emma could have sworn she heard him chuckle but she probably had to have imagined that. Her breathing became shallow, and she tried to focus on the floor beneath her.

"You okay?" He asked, glancing at her.

"Yeah," she lied, her voice shaking. "Just a bit nervous."

He nodded, clearly used to anxious clients. "It'll be fine. Just try to breathe steadily. We'll start in a moment."

Emma closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down. She could hear the buzz of the tattoo machine as Alex tested it, the sound amplifying her fear. She felt lightheaded, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She took a deep breath, then another, missing the flash of a vial as he loaded a dosage into a needle next to the tattoo gun.

"Just relax and try not to move" his soothing voice filled her ears, one hand coming to the base of her spine, pinching the skin as the other swiftly delivered the injection in one fluid motion.

"OW!" It was all Emma could do not to jump at the pain, hear vision beginning to swirl in seconds. "Oh fuck," she muttered. "I don't feel so goouuh-"

Her eyes rolled up, body going limp in a matter of seconds, leaving at the mercy of her tattoo artist. Was his name even Alex? Was this even a legitimate business? And what kind of art is sue about to walk out with?

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My character wakes up, tied down at your mercy, ready to get a tattoo(s) and/or piercings that she never agreed to.

I have a lot of kinks but some of my favorites are anal, impact play, breeding, bondage, hole stretching, body writing, permanent marks, piercings, knotting, pumping, water sports, rough throat fucking, and many more.

My limits are underage and snuff of my character.

Emma stood outside the tattoo shop, a nondescript building with a plain black door and a small sign that read "Ink & Steel." The storefront was intimidatingly minimalist, and the lack of inviting decor did nothing to ease her nerves. She took a deep breath, clutching her phone in one hand and her wallet in the other. She had been planning this tattoo for months, but now, standing on the threshold, she felt a wave of anxiety wash over her.

Pushing the door open, she was greeted by a stark, cold interior. The walls were a sterile white, with bright fluorescent lights casting a clinical glow over everything. A metal counter stood at the far end, behind which a tattoo artist was organizing his tools. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic. There were no posters, no artwork, nothing to distract or comfort her.

"Hi," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she approached the counter. "I have an appointment with Alex for a lower back tattoo."

The artist, a tall, muscled man with tattoos peppering his arms, looked up and nodded. "Yeah, you're Emma, right? Follow me."

Emma's heart raced as she followed Alex down a narrow hallway to a small room at the back. The room was just as clinical as the front, with a black leather chair in the center, a tray of sterilized tools, and a large, intimidating tattoo machine. A mirror covered one wall, reflecting her pale, anxious face back at her.

"Go ahead and lie down on the table," Alex instructed, motioning to the chair that had been adjusted into a flat position. "Lower your pants, just enough,” he added at her hesitation, “so I can get to the area, and try to relax."

Emma nodded, her hands trembling as she placed her phone and wallet on a nearby table. She moved to the chair, her legs feeling like jelly. As she lay down, the leather felt cold against her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. She unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down slightly, exposing the small of her back for him to place the stencil.

His gloved hands were efficient and professional as he prepped the area, cleaning it with an alcohol wipe. The coldness of the alcohol made her flinch slightly. Emma could have sworn she heard him chuckle but she probably had to have imagined that. Her breathing became shallow, and she tried to focus on the floor beneath her.

"You okay?" He asked, glancing at her.

"Yeah," she lied, her voice shaking. "Just a bit nervous."

He nodded, clearly used to anxious clients. "It'll be fine. Just try to breathe steadily. We'll start in a moment."

Emma closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down. She could hear the buzz of the tattoo machine as Alex tested it, the sound amplifying her fear. She felt lightheaded, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She took a deep breath, then another, missing the flash of a vial as he loaded a dosage into a needle next to the tattoo gun.

"Just relax and try not to move" his soothing voice filled her ears, one hand coming to the base of her spine, pinching the skin as the other swiftly delivered the injection in one fluid motion.

"OW!" It was all Emma could do not to jump at the pain, hear vision beginning to swirl in seconds. "Oh fuck," she muttered. "I don't feel so goouuh-"

Her eyes rolled up, body going limp in a matter of seconds, leaving at the mercy of her tattoo artist. Was his name even Alex? Was this even a legitimate business? And what kind of art is sue about to walk out with?

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My character wakes up, tied down at your mercy, ready to get a tattoo(s) and/or piercings that she never agreed to.

I have a lot of kinks but some of my favorites are anal, impact play, breeding, bondage, hole stretching, body writing, permanent marks, piercings, knotting, pumping, water sports, rough throat fucking, and many more.

My limits are underage and snuff of my character.

Emma stood outside the tattoo shop, a nondescript building with a plain black door and a small sign that read "Ink & Steel." The storefront was intimidatingly minimalist, and the lack of inviting decor did nothing to ease her nerves. She took a deep breath, clutching her phone in one hand and her wallet in the other. She had been planning this tattoo for months, but now, standing on the threshold, she felt a wave of anxiety wash over her.

Pushing the door open, she was greeted by a stark, cold interior. The walls were a sterile white, with bright fluorescent lights casting a clinical glow over everything. A metal counter stood at the far end, behind which a tattoo artist was organizing his tools. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic. There were no posters, no artwork, nothing to distract or comfort her.

"Hi," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she approached the counter. "I have an appointment with Alex for a lower back tattoo."

The artist, a tall, muscled man with tattoos peppering his arms, looked up and nodded. "Yeah, you're Emma, right? Follow me."

Emma's heart raced as she followed Alex down a narrow hallway to a small room at the back. The room was just as clinical as the front, with a black leather chair in the center, a tray of sterilized tools, and a large, intimidating tattoo machine. A mirror covered one wall, reflecting her pale, anxious face back at her.

"Go ahead and lie down on the table," Alex instructed, motioning to the chair that had been adjusted into a flat position. "Lower your pants, just enough,” he added at her hesitation, “so I can get to the area, and try to relax."

Emma nodded, her hands trembling as she placed her phone and wallet on a nearby table. She moved to the chair, her legs feeling like jelly. As she lay down, the leather felt cold against her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. She unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down slightly, exposing the small of her back for him to place the stencil.

His gloved hands were efficient and professional as he prepped the area, cleaning it with an alcohol wipe. The coldness of the alcohol made her flinch slightly. Emma could have sworn she heard him chuckle but she probably had to have imagined that. Her breathing became shallow, and she tried to focus on the floor beneath her.

"You okay?" He asked, glancing at her.

"Yeah," she lied, her voice shaking. "Just a bit nervous."

He nodded, clearly used to anxious clients. "It'll be fine. Just try to breathe steadily. We'll start in a moment."

Emma closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down. She could hear the buzz of the tattoo machine as Alex tested it, the sound amplifying her fear. She felt lightheaded, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She took a deep breath, then another, missing the flash of a vial as he loaded a dosage into a needle next to the tattoo gun.

"Just relax and try not to move" his soothing voice filled her ears, one hand coming to the base of her spine, pinching the skin as the other swiftly delivered the injection in one fluid motion.

"OW!" It was all Emma could do not to jump at the pain, hear vision beginning to swirl in seconds. "Oh fuck," she muttered. "I don't feel so goouuh-"

Her eyes rolled up, body going limp in a matter of seconds, leaving at the mercy of her tattoo artist. Was his name even Alex? Was this even a legitimate business? And what kind of art is sue about to walk out with?

—————————-

My character wakes up, tied down at your mercy, ready to get a tattoo(s) and/or piercings that she never agreed to.

I have a lot of kinks but some of my favorites are anal, impact play, breeding, bondage, hole stretching, body writing, permanent marks, piercings, knotting, pumping, water sports, rough throat fucking, and many more.

My limits are underage and snuff of my character.

Once a year I take a week off from my hectic life, unplug, and pitch a tent somewhere in the wilderness. I’ve taken many trips over the years and have seen the most beautiful landscapes, waterfalls, and nights under the stars.

But this time I wanted a challenge. I’d always heard about the scenic views of a mountain chain a state up and decided to spend a week hiking. I plan out my campsites on my maps and prepare to go. I pack light but efficiently, always leaving my cell phone at home in exchange for a radio.

The first two days where incredible and went off without a hitch. I was on the middle of my journey to my third planned campsite, traversing a precarious trail that had been washed out, when the ground beneath my feet crumbled. My fingers grasped at anything they could to stabilize myself, but my packed pulled me back, snatching my body down over the side of the mountain.

I don’t know how far I fell or for how long. It must have been over quicker than it felt, gravity has a funny way of playing out in slow motion like that.

My pack absorbed the worst of the first blow, my body tumbling heels over head to drag my front side down the rocky terrain until momentum sent me tumbling again. I let out a small scream of fear, flailing to stop my downward momentum until my chest bounced off a tree. The blow left me dazed and gasping for breath that my traumatized diaphragm refused to take in. And just as quickly as it started, it was over.

My body finished it’s downward journey, reaching the valley between mountains. I rolled, my head smacking against a rock just before my momentum ran out.

I let out a groan, dazed as I weakly try to sit up before promptly passing out. And that’s how you find me, my body battered and limp.

You’d been out here for years, having answered the call for solitude long ago. You went off the grid, finding the most remote place in the mountains and calling it your home. Sometimes you hike into the nearest town for supplies, but mostly you keep to yourself. And that can get so lonely. As much as you enjoyed your solitude, you couldn’t deny the ache you had for the warmth and softness of a woman.

You heard my scream when I fell and upon finding me injured, decide not to refuse a gift from the universe.
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Looking for a CNC rp where you rescue me and then forcibly take your reward - me. You can be so sweet, gentle, and caring in one breathe and then are capable of extreme cruelty in the next. (Or however you want to play your character). I’m also open to just how injured my character is, she doesn’t have to be very injured or she could be absolutely dependent upon your character.

I have a lot of kinks, some of my favorites are forced orgasms, dark romance, Stockholm, breeding, bondage, anal, insertions, deep throat, humiliation , spankings, forced dd/lg (above the age of 18), cum play, enemas, and breast play. There are a lot more but these are some of my favorites.

limits: underage, scat, extreme gore

I know it was stupid to go out partying by myself, but my friends bailed on me at the last minute and I found myself all dressed up with no one to go. So I decided to go alone. But at least I had enough foresight to have one of them agree to pick me up when I called.

The bar was pretty calm at first but once the band started it quickly filled and became a cease pool of sweating bodies and spilled beer. I was somewhere in the middle of that mass of bodies when a beer got spilled all over my front, leaving me soaked. I was trying to wipe it off when you appeared with a handkerchief, offering it to me with a smile. You mouth moves but I can’t make out the words so you lean a little closer.

“Hey, I saw what happened. You look like you could a dry off,” you flash me a smile as you step away, the cloth extended. The handkerchief feels damp when I take it, but it’s certainly drier than I am. So I quickly begin dabbing at my chest, neck, and arms.

We go back to watching the show and you linger nearby waiting for drug laced cloth to work it’s magic. It takes about 5 minutes for me to start feeling the effects, the room seeming to grow hotter. Then I could feel every thread in my dress rubbing against me, followed quickly by the sensation of my panties biting into my lips. I can’t help but shudder, feeling myself wobble as the room starts to spin.

You’re there again then, a helpful hand on my shoulder as your mouth catches my ear again, “are you alright dear? Need some fresh air?” I eagerly nod my head and instantly regret it, feeling like I’m going to pass out. I stumble into you and you guide me out giving the security guard a smile, “Poor girl couldn’t handle her molly.”

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So the idea is you drug me and take me somewhere secluded: maybe an alley, maybe your car, maybe your home even. The world is your oyster. I’m open to different types of drugged scenarios as well.

Kinks: rape, force, anal, breeding/lactation, prolapse, hole stretching, toilet, water sports deep throat, spankings, bondage, forced orgasms, nipple/breast play, enema play, insertions, creampies, and a lot more.

Limits: underaged , snuff

It was a matter of slipping something in my drink right before you took me home. Finding me was easy, technology had made it so you could hand pick your victims from dating sites, and when you saw me you just had to swipe right.

A few conversations and a well timed video chat meant I was more than eager for you to take me out. I even let you pick me up and drive. You paid the bill while I went to the bathroom and made your moved, drugging my drink and giving it a stir before pouring it into a Togo cup for me.

I was out cold in your passenger seat by the time you pulled into your garage and would stay that way long enough for you to take me to your special room: am all tiled room with several drains, restraints, hoses, and other instruments for torture. In the middle was a bench that you cuffed me too so my ass was high in the air.

Shortly after that, I began to stir.

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I want to do an rp where my character is being held by your character while you have you push my body to its limits. Im in a very dark mood tonight

This is a noncon scenario is designed around hole destruction, body fluids, lactation, hucow, forced orgasms, drug induced body modifications, medical play, insertions, anal, enemas, vomiting, water play, and water sports.

I want to be used so hard and brutally that my holes will never the same. I want you to leave me in diapers by the time you finish.

I’m in the mood for something dark, nasty, and hole ruining. I want to be used so hard and brutally that my holes will never the same. I want you to leave me in diapers by the time you finish.

Fuck my throat so hard I puke and put your balls over my nose so I can’t breathe.

Turn my once tight pussy into a gaping hole so that my cervix hangs out for everyone to see.

Destroy my ass. Push my hole past it’s limits with your cock, your fist, and toys. Prolapse it out and then don’t stop.

Use my tight little urethra, ruin every hole you can find. I’ve got a lot of kinks and few limits.

We can be strangers or you could have been planning this for a while.

I’m open to any other scenarios as well.

Kinks: anal, gaping, deep throat, sounding, water sports, enemas, forced orgasms, drugged, breeding, ovipositor, dildos, sexual torture, bondage, lactation, breeding, forced pregnancy, and many more

It was a matter of slipping something in my drink right before you took me home. Finding me was easy, technology had made it so you could hand pick your victims from dating sites, and when you saw me you just had to swipe right.

A few conversations and a well timed video chat meant I was more than eager for you to take me out. I even let you pick me up and drive. You paid the bill while I went to the bathroom and made your moved, drugging my drink and giving it a stir before pouring it into a Togo cup for me.

I was out cold in your passenger seat by the time you pulled into your garage and would stay that way long enough for you to take me to your special room: am all tiled room with several drains, restraints, hoses, and other instruments for torture. In the middle was a bench that you cuffed me too so my ass was high in the air.

Shortly after that, I began to stir.

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I want to do an rp where my character is being held by your character while you have you push my body to its limits. Im in a very dark mood tonight

This is a noncon scenario is designed around hole destruction, body fluids, lactation, hucow, forced orgasms, drug induced body modifications, medical play, insertions, anal, enemas, vomiting, water play, and water sports.

I want to be used so hard and brutally that my holes will never the same. I want you to leave me in diapers by the time you finish.

I’m in the mood for something dark, nasty, and hole ruining. I want to be used so hard and brutally that my holes will never the same. I want you to leave me in diapers by the time you finish.

Fuck my throat so hard I puke and put your balls over my nose so I can’t breathe.

Turn my once tight pussy into a gaping hole so that my cervix hangs out for everyone to see.

Destroy my ass. Push my hole past it’s limits with your cock, your fist, and toys. Prolapse it out and then don’t stop.

Use my tight little urethra, ruin every hole you can find. I’ve got a lot of kinks and few limits.

We can be strangers or you could have been planning this for a while.

I’m open to any other scenarios as well.

Kinks: anal, gaping, deep throat, sounding, water sports, enemas, forced orgasms, drugged, breeding, ovipositor, dildos, sexual torture, bondage, lactation, breeding, forced pregnancy, and many more

Heavy footsteps echoed through the cold and narrow passageways of the Frostfang keep’s dungeon, sending a shiver of dread down the spine of a young woman sandwiched between two bloodied soldiers. She was bound and helpless, all but carried deeper into the bowels of the fortress, heart pounding with each step the men took, each creak of the rusted iron door ahead taunting her with what was to come.

Their people were enemies, the frostfangs and the star falls, and had been locked in a war that extended for generations. One murder had begot another for so long no one could truly remember how it all started - not when all that mattered was how it finished, with the complete, utter annihilation of the other.

It was just Sienna’s dumb luck that she’d been caught in an ambush after one of their networks had been compromised. It had taken a lot to bring her down and clamp the shackles around her wrists. And it would take a lot more to get her to talk, but that’s exactly why she was here.

The dim torchlight flickered ominously, casting shadows on the damp walls as the earthy smell of mold tickled her nose. Fear gnawed at her resolve, but she refused to show weakness, her chin held high despite the chains that connected her arms to her neck.

The dungeon's icy embrace pulled them deeper until they reached a heavy, black door.

Sienna swallowed hard as one of the men slammed a meaty palm against the wood and shoved.

“Fucking scum,” he muttered, spitting at her feet before shoving her into the room with a laugh. Sienna toppled forward, the ground rushing up to meet her before she could brace for it. Pain shot through her manacled wrist, the stone floor nipping her skin. The door slammed shut.

She scrambled across the ground, eyes whipping to a figure cloaked in shadows and waiting.

Waiting for her.

Waiting to fill the room with her screams as he pulled every secret he could from her.

Sienna’s heart skipped a beat at the thought, their eyes meeting. Recognition flooded into her chest like lightning striking at her core as every second of her life aligned for this very moment: finding her mate.

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Hello,

I’m looking to do an enemies-to-lovers, noncon story where your character has been tasked with torturing information out of mine. In a cruel twist of fate, we’re destined to be together. This story could go several ways and I’m open to anything from a full character break so I can be your dutiful pet to us making a great escape into the sunset together.

I’d love to explore heavy noncon themes, character breaking, and sexual/nonsexual torture. I do t want this to be a story where my character breaks instantly and immediately falls for your character, a big part of the fun to me is the resistance. Im also open to a high fantasy setting for this (werewolves, vampires, magic)

I have a lot of kinks but some of my favorites are anal, impact play, breeding, bondage, hole stretching, knotting, pumping, water sports, rough throat fucking, and many more.

My limits are underage, snuff of my character and scat.

Once a year I take a week off from my hectic life, unplug, and pitch a tent somewhere in the wilderness. I’ve taken many trips over the years and have seen the most beautiful landscapes, waterfalls, and nights under the stars.

But this time I wanted a challenge. I’d always heard about the scenic views of a mountain chain a state up and decided to spend a week hiking. I plan out my campsites on my maps and prepare to go. I pack light but efficiently, always leaving my cell phone at home in exchange for a radio.

The first two days where incredible and went off without a hitch. I was on the middle of my journey to my third planned campsite, traversing a precarious trail that had been washed out, when the ground beneath my feet crumbled. My fingers grasped at anything they could to stabilize myself, but my packed pulled me back, snatching my body down over the side of the mountain.

I don’t know how far I fell or for how long. It must have been over quicker than it felt, gravity has a funny way of playing out in slow motion like that.

My pack absorbed the worst of the first blow, my body tumbling heels over head to drag my front side down the rocky terrain until momentum sent me tumbling again. I let out a small scream of fear, flailing to stop my downward momentum until my chest bounced off a tree. The blow left me dazed and gasping for breath that my traumatized diaphragm refused to take in. And just as quickly as it started, it was over.

My body finished it’s downward journey, reaching the valley between mountains. I rolled, my head smacking against a rock just before my momentum ran out.

I let out a groan, dazed as I weakly try to sit up before promptly passing out. And that’s how you find me, my body battered and limp.

You’d been out here for years, having answered the call for solitude long ago. You went off the grid, finding the most remote place in the mountains and calling it your home. Sometimes you hike into the nearest town for supplies, but mostly you keep to yourself. And that can get so lonely. As much as you enjoyed your solitude, you couldn’t deny the ache you had for the warmth and softness of a woman.

You heard my scream when I fell and upon finding me injured, decide not to refuse a gift from the universe.

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Looking for a rape rp where you rescue me and then forcibly take your reward - me. You can be so sweet, gentle, and caring in one breathe and then are capable of extreme cruelty in the next. (Or however you want to play your character). I’m also open to just how injured my character is, she doesn’t have to be very injured or she could be absolutely dependent upon your character.

I have a lot of kinks, some of my favorites are forced orgasms, dark romance, Stockholm, breeding, bondage, anal, insertions, deep throat, humiliation , spankings, forced dd/lg (above the age of 18), cum play, enemas, and breast play. There are a lot more but these are some of my favorites.

Any prompts on my page are still open.

limits: underage, scat, extreme gore