r/snuffrp2

In the rp i'll play your Boss, i'll be very slutty but also very self obsessed and not a good Boss at all, not caring about her workers just her boob jobs. But the sexy Boss also wants to seduce you even tho she knows you have a wife but you're not into that spoiled bimbo at all, you wife is also very annoyed by her. One day she calls you into her office and as you enter she's on her desk completly naked and wants to fuck you, even tho you clearly dont want to she tries forcing herself on you. you run out of her office and set up a trap which will kill her in a humiliating way as she runs after you naked.

or

you play the wife setting up a trap

I have a huge hair kink so vividly describing it, pulling, stroking, make constant reference to it and even using it in the kill like strangling the victim with it or hanging the corpse by it really turns me on. I also love decapitation, strangling, drowning, beating to death, stabbing… really any method! I love the idea of corpses displayed, mocking things said to the victims and written on them in their own blood. Really specific details about them and their personal lives, their friends finding their bodies and being picked off one by one. I also LOVE and almost need visual stuff, whether it’s a ton of pics of the victims, edits/faceswaps of them dead, refs for their corpses whatever

“Amateur adult film star brutally murdered in real-life snuff flick” is how my life ends. Semi-popular ethot alt slut that doesn’t realize that the first truly rough hardcore scene I sign up for is going to end in my murder. Thinking it’s all cnc play, maybe I don’t even realize until the wire garrote goes around my neck and slashes my throat completely open. Everything caught on camera, including them hacking what’s left of my neck apart to behead my corpse, and using me as the perf dead fucktoy. Internet famous forever, pics and vids of my corpse and murder and necro fuck, found on dark sites just like the porsche girl. Who’s down to end me, in any way you like.

Tell me your favorite snuff method;)

[F4A] I would like to roleplay a story where fandom characters experience bad ends. Below I wrote down some examples of scenes and fandom, but be sure to suggest your own, open to everything from action to sitcom! Also send me your limits, as all these scenes have a darker tone!

Tori Vega from Victorious was shuddering when her college professor pressed up against her from behind. She could feel his warm, soft body pressing into hers, feel his slightly stinky breath as he was brushing her hair away from her neck. Then this man double her age started licking Tori's neck and whispering into her ear. "Don't worry, we will find a way to give you a passing grade..."

--- Donna Paulson and Rachel Zane were working for a huge lawfirm in New York, defending some of the worst people imaginable. Since they were so good at their job there was no shortage of people hating them, wanting to take revenge on the firm. At first they only wanted to kidnap Donna to scare her, but when they had that busty milf tied up in the bag of their van, her dress slipping to show off even more of her boobs...maybe they would show her what it felt like to be helpless...

---- Padme Amidala was a young, human, beautiful senator, all traits that let to her not being taken seriously in the galactic senate. However it also were those traits that gave her some alternative ways to win negotiations. The first time she took a slimy alien cock into her pretty little mouth to win a vote she threw up for hours afterwards, but by now she used it as a bargaining chip, knowing she did it all for the greater good. The only thing she was still scared of, was species she didn't know. You never could be sure if those alien cocks wouldn't grow in size once inside of you, if their semen wouldn't be boiling hot or worse. Right now Padme was bent across some lowly senators desk as his cock just kept growing and growing, snaking its way into Padme's guts, coiling around her organs...

Kinks: Toilet Play (Scat/Piss/Farting), Snuff/Gore, Cannibalism, Group, Rimming, Spanking, Free use Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Anal, Oral, Body Worship

Turn-offs: Anthro, Furry, Hyper, Noncon, Vomit, Diaper, Beast, Inflation, Prolapse, Pregnancy stuff, STDs.

The world of Solas was a grand place filled with many species of people, monsters and magic. Of all the species there was one in particular that was looked down on the most. Goblins. They were seen as weak, disgusting, pathetic and worthless creatures. They were hunted down for sport. Captured alive and used for experiments. Used to train weak and new adventures. Goblins were the lowest of the low, even lower than the slimes.

The goblins were massacred for just existing. For just breathing the same air as the humans, elves and demi-humans. This pattern of treating the goblins like dirt continued for decades. Then finally when the last of the goblins were killed off one more goblin appeared. The rare monster that only appeared once every five hundred years. The Goblin Lord.

Unlike the usual goblins, the Goblin Lord had intelligence, could wield magic and even communicate with others. It actually had the appearence that was basically a mix of a human and an elf. Standing at over seven feet tall with a very muscular form, long pointed ears and with horns growing out of the top of its head to show its status as the Goblin Lord. With a strength that surpassed even thar of the strongest level adventurers.

So the Goblin Lord set out with its goal of avenging its kind. It would subject the world to the same cruelty that it's own kind had to endure for so long.

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Hope that little introduction to my new plot caught the attention of someone. As stated this is going to be a darker theme of revenge as this creature uses the humans, elves and demi humans for its own pleasure and enjoyment.

I am looking for a female partner capable of playing multiple female characters throughout the entire roleplay. Please be able to write in third person and at least three paragraphs per reply for the most part.

Some kinks to expect for this are bondage. Humiliation. Degradation. Corruption. Mind break. Manipulation. Dirty talk. Non/dub-con scenes. Oral. Spanking. Hair pulling. To name a few. I'm open to a lot kink wise with only a few limits. Piss, scat, vore, vomit and diapers.

Even darker themes like abuse, torture and even snuff can be included as well if you'd like.

If you are interested please tell me your name, age, kinks and limits. I'm even open to roleplaying on discord @ elias_the_writer

WANTED: MAIDENS, 21–3000 YEARS OLD!

Times are tough, but here at WarBitches Siege & Weaponry, we understand it.

All of the realms are plagued by things like drought, famine, pestilence, and plague!!
You struggle to put food on the table and stay healthy. Meanwhile, every middling lord who can summon a militia thinks he’s a warlord, the greatest military tactician who ever lived. Goblin raids are up by 65%, and every time you turn around, a new king has crowned himself and is simultaneously warring with all his cousins, brothers, and sisters!

In dark, uncertain times like these, it’s important to have work that is fulfilling.

Due to the sprawling conflicts across the realms, WarBitches has become something of a household name. Our weapons turn the tide on every battlefield. Our siege devices extract the truth from the most steadfast of hearts. Our tools put delight on the most sadistic faces in the darkest dungeons and the biggest smiles on the faces of kings.

We need help to keep up with demand, so at WarBitches, we’ve opened our hearts, arms, and wallets for new bodyguards, caravaners, and saleswomen!

You’d get to see all of the realms, demonstrating how our devices and weapons work to customers.
You’d have total diplomatic immunity, being a neutral party in every land you travel to, provided you are selling our goods and wares.
While you travel, room and board are taken care of, from tents to inns to royal castles.
Last but not least, we’re paying more than some kingdoms are collecting in taxes right now!

See below to find which role is right for you:

Caravaners

600 silvers a day

Great for those who want to get into the trade business!

Caravaners would be trusted with the care of caravan animals, loading and unloading goods from the caravan, aiding saleswomen with weapon demonstrations and torture device demonstrations, and offering a smiley face and great customer service to help us remain all the realms’ most trusted merchant of death and misery!

Saleswomen!

850 silvers a day

You’d be the flagship of the caravan. You’d meet with royals, warlords, dungeon keepers, tribal chiefs, and bandit leaders to sell our goods to!

Don’t worry! Such powerful men only want to purchase from WarBitches. Most times, you’re their guest of honor!

You’d be given the awesome responsibility of doing whatever it takes to create a sale!

We expect our sales team to be able to confidently converse, demonstrate, and sell our goods, along with the additional services that come with them.

Those who speak languages other than Common are encouraged to apply.

Uniforms are mandatory and must be worn during your entire time on caravan. Other wardrobe items are not permitted for saleswomen or caravaners.

Bodyguards

1000 silvers a day

This is our best-paying role, and for good reason!

Seasoned or neophyte warriors needed. Ability to trek in full combat gear over 100 miles a day, be well-versed in contending with multiple enemies at once, and fight creatures several hundred meters larger than yourself.

Combat style is not important. Magic users and rangers are welcome, provided they are capable in both close-quarters and long-range combat.

As the caravan bodyguard, you’d venture into foreign lands and ensure the safety of the goods and caravan. All bodyguards are expected to act as the first point of contact and defense for the caravan’s cargo.

Those with military experience, bandit troupes, and militia commanders are encouraged to apply.

COME JOIN THE TEAM AT WARBITCHES TODAY!

That’s how Lori wound up in front of an orc chieftain, leering at her from beneath his unkempt, stormy eyebrows.

“Mutt-rah! R’agulo maul chas-chales!” he grunted in his primitive tongue while stroking his beard and humping the air like a wild animal.

The translator, a half-elf, half-orc female of about twenty years of age, stood nearby. Her cheeks bloomed with color like a field of wildflowers in spring. Her eyes darted between the chief, Lori, and Lori’s outfit.

“Umm…” the translator swallowed, taking a second to gather herself before replying. “The Great Chief Chuk states that you… umm… honor him with your appearance. He appreciates your… dedication??? And if you weren’t a member of WarBit— such an honorable merchant as WarBitches, The Great Chief Chuk would make you his fourteenth bride.”

Chuk pursed his lips, sending a kiss toward Lori through the air before erupting into laughter. Clearly, he spoke Common; he just enjoyed watching the poor translator squirm.

Lori glanced down at her garb and fought the urge to cover herself with her arms. A thin bronze plate, so thin it could’ve passed for silk, wrapped around her breasts like the leather grip on a knife. The plate smashed her generous chest up against her collarbone so tightly that if Lori looked down, her chin disappeared into her cleavage. The plate was engraved with WARBITCHES in different tongues all across the top, yet somehow felt too small to cover even her fingernail.

Her garments below would’ve been considered indecent in a whorehouse. A slip of fabric—a thong, if you dared call such a minute string that—disappeared between her bubbly ass cheeks and couldn’t be seen again unless Lori spread her legs. Even then, a triangle the size of half a sapling leaf was the only thing protecting her modesty.

Lori turned beet red up to her ears, swallowing down a retort regarding the chief’s single testicle, which she could easily see beneath his loincloth thanks to his wide-legged stance.

“Thank you, Great Chief Chuk,” Lori bowed, taking the opportunity to adjust her top and hide as much of her areolas as she possibly could with what little the garment could conceal. “I trust, then, that our terms of five thousand orcish warhorses, six hundred orcish bows, seven hundred orcish swords, and a thousand slaves are a sufficient price for such a device?”

Lori pointed toward the trebuchet sitting beside her.

Chuk laughed again before standing and shoving the translator out of the way.

Whump! WHUMP! WHUMP!

The massive orc’s steps were thunderous as he descended from his great throne and approached Lori.

“Mutt-rah, fol’nas! Nal wut Nal dully! Deses buiy tomyon feredej fereden!”

A smile slid onto his toad-like lips as he lumbered toward Lori.

Lori felt movement behind her and spun around, only to walk straight into the chest of another grinning orc warrior. Two more approached the elf.

Wide, panicked eyes searched for Gruezha, the caravan’s bodyguard. Lori’s neck whipped around violently like a torn sail until she spotted the orc warrioress. Her armor was strewn around her, a cloth tied over her mouth, her back arched, and she stared back at Lori with a wide-eyed, pleading expression.

“The Great Chief Chuk will not pay a price for such goods,” the translator said softly, staring at the ground. “Chuk will not pay anything at all for these goods. He told the merchant before you this, and he’ll tell the one after you the same.”

“WAIT!” Lori threw her hands up toward Chuk and retreated further against the orc’s chest, as if that were somehow the better option. “I’ll comp the weapon! You’ll get it for free! And you can have Gruezha! She’s an orc, just like you!”

“MMMUMPH!!” Gruezha shouted through her gag.

“LET ME LEAVE! Please? PLEASE?!?? No! NO! DON’T TOUCH ME! WAIT! NO! WAAIIITT!!”

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Hey everyone,

I’m sure you get the picture, and I hope you’re doing well!

I had an idea set in a high fantasy world where sexy women sell weapons to evil warlords and tyrants. I was hoping to find someone who’d enjoy playing different bodyguards, saleswomen, and caravaners as they attempt to navigate the trials of such a perilous job.

—They could wind up being used as the crash-test dummy for whatever weapon, device, or magic they’re selling!

—Their customer could decide they don’t want to pay and turn on them!

—Or worse? The customer could’ve sent a raven to your character’s boss, and they’ve decided to throw in a few extra coins in return for keeping the entire caravan staff as slaves!

I’m really open with this role, and I definitely enjoy off-the-wall ideas!

I come armed with a few of my own, but I’d love to hear yours!

As far as I go, my kinks are many!

For this role, only underage and scat are my limits.

Beyond that, I’d love to chat for a bit and see what we can come up with together!!

Hope to talk soon!

Anyone who plays D&D is aware that their character die, if they are a mature enough person they accept it without complaining, After all, an unlucky roll of the dice can happen to anyone.

Maybe they don't expect their lovingly crafted character to be raped and torn to pieces by Goblins, or a Mimic.. But that's part of the game, right?

Hi everyone! I'm looking for someone to play an all-female D&D party, where they get raped and murdered one by one by a very sadistic DM.

You walked in knowing what this was. It was a one stop drop. The second you walked in you were no longer a human, no longer a person. You were placed into a guillotine of your choice, and now all you do is either wait in the pillory as the lunette is locked behind you, on a stage waiting for the crowd to gather or in a mobile guillotine. But you know after reading that sign. "You won't leave in one piece, die well Snuff Toys"

If you're interested I'm always open to talk about this more

“In 1476 something happened. Of course at the time no one noticed, science not being advanced enough, but it would nonetheless change the course of history. We cannot pin down exactly where it happened, but we believe it to have happened somewhere in Anatolia. A woman was born with a genetic mutation that meant that her offspring would have a significant likelihood of being afflicted with AIS, androgen insensitivity syndrome. In fact the likelihood of her offspring not having AIS was almost exactly the same as the likelihood of normal offspring having it.”  

The men in the auditorium nod, scribbling the information down on their notepads. These 30 were nearly all the men of their age group in the state of Texas. The last other one was bedridden with a high fever and unable to attend the lecture.

“As we covered earlier AIS leads to even Chromosomically male fetuses to develop female genitalia instead of male. Of course at first that was insignificant. We don’t know what happened to the first case. We can assume that her husband was dismayed at not having a male heir, but that happening to a peasant wouldn’t have been uncommon. However the mother passed on her genes to her daughters, who then passed it on to their offspring and so on. In the written record we don’t find indicators of the genetic mutation spreading until roughly a hundred years later, when the ottoman sultan notes a lack of greek men in the conquered provinces. At the time it was attributed to losses suffered in the war. Nowadays we know the reason was AIS.”

Some of the student look down at the their assistants, wondering wether the woman either kneeling next to them or slowly sucking their cock had XY chromosomes and got unlucky or wether they would have been doomed to be women either way. The lecturer gives a few moments for them to wonder before continuing.

“As it turns out the gebe that causes increased chances of AIS is dominant and so it spread through bloodlines. Over the next century it would spread along the silkroad to Asia and along newly discovered shipping routes to the european colonies. By 1700, we believe that the last women without that gene were living on remote undiscovered islands and already by 1750 we think that a recovery to pre 1476 standards was impossible. However genetic analysis was a discovery made in the 20th century. All the people noticed was at first a gradual then sudden drop in their local male population. The first Actions taken to combat the consequences of AIS were made in Anatolia in 1650, by that time controlled by the ottomans. The sultan had problems recruiting for his armies, which led him to 2 decrees. The first was drafting women into the army, the second established a breeding programme. Read an excerpt on page 230 of your textbooks”

The students open their textbooks and read the annotated translation : “Any turk may take and make his (Read: impregnate) any woman of non turkish origin.(This provision was hard to prove, but we know of cases where men were convicted of taking turkish women and punished). The offspring shall be raised by the man if he has less than 12 Muslima (pl. Muslim, women were still counted at the time) in his household. If this threshold is crossed the child shall be raised by the woman, unless the man claims it or it is a son.”

“Besides the contemporary differentiation between turks and non turks this is the first record of an official breeding programme we have, though certain archeological finds indicate that locally unofficial breeding programs may have existed as early as the 1560s. However we should be careful not to read any recognition of the relative importance of men compared to women into these events. It seems they were mostly motivated by the necessity for additional children. Similar ordinances were passed all over central Europe once order had been restored after the thirty years war. Nearly all of them had similar provisions against taking local women, though throughout the holy roman empire these applied to less and less women due to the massive amount of different polities. The most extreme example is an ordinance from the patricians of Nuremberg protecting only their wives and daughters, in effect merely exempting 87 women.”

The assembled college boys giggle at the concept of an official law that doesn’t even affect 100 people. Between the giggling a crunching sound can be heard from the third row. Quickly three women rush in, one to replace the assistant with a broken neck, the other two to drag her out to be recycled. After waiting for the giggling to die down and for the mess to be cleaned the professor continues:

“While in Europe the lack of men and a time of war lead to a slight decline in population, breeding programs in the new world lead to a boom in population and a break down in cultural barriers between indigenous people and Europeans as a flood of mixed children were born. Soon the colonies and indigenous tribes drafted alliances and contracts. From one of these contracts we have the first ordinance establishing breeding rights for any man without exempting any women and making women solely responsible for the child unless it was a man. With massive success in the new world similar ordinances were soon established all over Europe. The last protection from being bred for women was abolished in the canton of Uri in Switzerland in 1831.”

“By now we have a world similar to our own, with women effectively being available to be used by anyone. However with the enlightenment in full swing there was one last realisation that had to be made. That realization was made by political philosopher Ricarde Alleon. He is the founding father of Eximiism, the philosophy most of our modern world is built on. The central argument was that rare things have inherently more value than those that are abundant. Originally he developed Eximiism to explain why people desired Gold while avoiding dirt. However it soon found application in the discussion on how to structure society as a whole.”

The professor pauses for a moment, his expression slightly lightening as he cums into the throat of the woman who had dutifully been sucking his cock. He roughly pulls her up by the hair and practically shoves her on the table. “ Eximiism at its logical conclusion means that men, as the now rare part of human dimorphism, are to be valued highly, while woman are to have practically no value and society should be “cleaned” of them, regularly. Like you would wear a gold watch and care highly for it, while simply washing off any dirt of the day in the evening.”

“Eximiism(mention this name in your opening message pls.) immediately gained massive popularity, owed to its accuracy. Almost immediately the last rights of women were reverted in most countries with the final step being Nicaragua, taking away a woman’s right to live in 1983. The only restriction to the absolute superiority of men that still exists in many countries today is the special protection pregnant women and mothers of children younger than 3 years enjoy. Due to the unfortunate necessity of a uterus to produce future men, nature prevents us from fully embracing Eximiism. Nonetheless These developments are the reason why today we have a functioning society despite there being 128000 women for every man.  

The professor lowers his pointing stick from the presentation that had been playing above his head and places it against the asshole of the assistant on his table.” The genetic mutation that lead to ASI was undoubtedly a tragedy, preventing billions of men from being born. However we have learned to live with that and if it allows me to do this.” The professor begins shoving his pointing stick into the woman’s asshole. She tries to stay still, but as the stick is shoved deeper and deeper and starts penetrating her inner walls she begins to convulse in pain. Unimpressed, the professor pushes on a slight outline of the stick becoming visible across the woman’s stomach. The convulsions quickly become weaker and as the outline passes her breast the woman begins coughing instead. Suddenly the coughing turns into wheezing before the now bloody tip of the stick emerges from the woman’s throat. “Maybe ASI isn't all bad. Class dismissed.” The professor talks over the dying breath of the discarded tool before him.

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Hello.The tldr in case you don’t want to read the wall of text: Women outnumber men 128000 to 1, Yada yada, surprise surprise, society has turned to extreme misogyny, women don’t have rights. If you have been lurking on this sub for a while you know the drill.

It also probably won’t surprise you to learn that I want to play as a man in this world. And unsurprisingly I want you to play as the women he encounters. Expect grueling tortures, extreme.humiliation and creatively cruel deaths. If that sounds like something you’d enjoy send me a message. 

Addendum:

ASI is a real thing that really exists. It doesn’t really work like it is laid out here.( Don’t get your knowledge about complex biological processes from a fetish prompt) and neither does genetics. But it is real and it is really fascinating.

Besides that, If you are actually misogynistic fuck off, LGBTQ welcome( I’m sure we can fit any identity into this prompt in some way) and don’t think just because this prompt is old means I’m not interested anymore. Thank you for reading.

In this RP, I would like to play the role of my mother Anna. She's a 46-year-old MILF. Her height is 1.74m, weight is 65 kg, 27% fat, 3.5 breast size. She has long black hair and a hairy pussy. She wears high-heeled shoes, fishnet stockings, lacy black lingerie, and a low-cut dress. She is wearing jewelry, a silver necklace, earrings and rings.

The script: You bring my mom to an abandoned house on the outskirts of town. There you start using it alone or with your friends. You don't consider her a person, for you she is just a thing, a toy. I want you to beat and humiliate me. You can put a target on me and play darts. Of course you won't try to hit the target. After all, it's much more fun and interesting to get a dart into a stupid whore's tit or pussy. You can strangle, cut, burn me. And do with me whatever comes into your head. I want you to chop off my useless arms and legs in the end. Why does a whore need legs and arms? I want you to chop them off gradually, first the fingers, then the feet/hands, and so on to my shoulders and thighs. After that, I want you to hang me like a pinata. When you stop enjoying me, I want you to kill me and throw my corpse away like trash. I also like the idea of mocking my mom's corpse.

Restrictions: No drugs, all characters are 21+

My requirements for you are to write at least two paragraphs of text. I'm not interested in writing an entire paragraph in response to a single four-word sentence. Therefore, I will not accept applications with just "Hi!".

Hihi, I am looking to play a parasite in a fantasy RP or DnD/Pathfinder game! I would love to take over girl's bodies in all kinds of ways, devour them from the inside, and use their memories, bodies, and abilities to keep moving on and continuing! I am very much open to and would love to work out a more proper story has we go along, so please feel free to reach out! I hope everyone has a good day who reads this!

I’m working the night shift at the hospital. Maybe you see me in the ED, maybe you see me doing my laps on my lunch break, maybe you see me walking through the pitch black empty parking garage.

Do you talk to me? Do you introduce yourself? Or do you grab me? Force me into whatever position you want and take it for yourself.

We’ve got the entire hospital, all their toys. Or you can force me into my car and kidnap me and take me someplace.

How far do you push this? Do you kill me, or do I end up your slave? Do I fall in love with you or do I hate you every day? Do you breed me? Do you slut me out? I want it all.

About me:
32
FTM
✅ pussy
❌ tits

Kinks:
CnC (victim)
BDSM (submissive)
Rough
Punching
Incest
Open to trying new things

Limits:
Scat
Cutting

Hi I'm f23 and wanted to RolePlay a fantasy about a cucktress scenario. I'll be frank. I'm more just looking to discuss kinks and chat/ exchange refs. We can RP as well but I prefer scenes linked to rl characters. I want to know your most downright depraved fantasies. I'M A DOMME!! I crave partnering up with another domme/feeder in a scenario where I get to to rape and kill another woman in the most absolutely hellish ways. I absolutely love domination and love watching women being owned and destroyed, maybe even help out too. Lately my kinks have revolved around owning the sentient decapitated head of a conquered adversary. Cucking their helpless piece of flesh in unspeakable and hellish ways. I'm kink friendly with a wide range of personal kinks especially size play/vore/ unbirth, race-play, and many different equally depraved scenarios we could try. If these sound like something you're interested in. I'm very kink friendly and have a wide portfolio of kinks myself. It should go without saying that all participants must be 18 years or older. My fetishes get realllyyy dark. Hope you're able to handle it. See you soon

(F4A) Your crush was a cunty bitch. Fortunately for you, some “Fu Manchu” moustached man did freaky friday on her and your best friend. Having been body swapped, he was a good lad and let his friends hit it. The rest of your group only has an hour to do as they please. Of course, there are ways of making this arrangement permanent. It’s not like anyone would miss that cunty bitch.

Pick from the celebs above.

Kinks: Snuff (duh), spit roasting, gangrape, necro, death stare, not-realistic, she passes out, asphyxiation, neck snap, decapitation, etc

Limit: Feet

Go wild.

Heyy i will be playing a pregnant slut in this rp who will be raped and snuffed by you, a dirty homeless man (priority if you play multiple)

My kinks: Cum, facials, throat pie, creampie, body shot, excessive cum, shooting blanks, breeding, pregnancy, impregnation, disgusting, dirty, watersports, noncon, snuff, toilet play, pet play, gangbang, public humiliation, bukkake, beast play, pain play and more

Limits: scat and vore