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Kiki

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Fun with tentacles

play as one of the five remaining girls...


The poor elf girl sobbed as she feebly tried to shoo away another slimey tentacle as it slid and writhed twoards her across the slime covered floor, the elf pressed her back against the bars of the cage just barely managing to stay our of reach. she turned to see a neko girl screaming as a tentacle sized her ankle and started to drag her across the slime slick floor to the large glode of darkness in the center of the cage where more tentacles were waiting expectantly for the neko's body. the neko sobbed as she grabbed onto the bars trying to fight the tug of the demonic tentacles. laughter erupted outside the cage as one of the slave handlers reached in under the neko and began to lewdly caress and message the cat girl's large and shapely breasts. the neko bit her lips and started to whimper. at the beginning of the night ten slaves were placed in the demon cage, now only five remain, soon to be four. orgasmic moans and cries could be here in the darkness from the other unlucky slaves. I neko then cried out as she lost her grip on the bars and slid down the slimy floor into the darkness to join them. the elf blushed as she kicked at the approaching tentacle again wanting to keep it a far away as possible from her naked body. and glanced at the rest of her fellow slaves. a beautiful dark elf huddled near the bars just within reach with slimy tentacles slithering up and naked thighs while a handler held her from behind, she whimpered as he kissed her neck and stroked her large shapely breasts as the tentacles drew closer to her sweaty nubile body. the last two were a nekos, both huddled in opposite corners, the tentacles predictably reaching for the larger breasted one that had been in heat the night before and the other which was the furthest out of reach.

(you can pick which slave girl you wan to be ^.~)
neko
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moon elf
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Drow
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Basically this idea entails a young attractive nurse taking up work at mysterious sleep clinic and meet her boss, the infamous Dr keifer.

Kinks:
light bondage, breasts play, power play, dirty talking, body worship, intimate/inappropriate touching, workplace relationships, medical play, pseudo rape, slutty clothing/forced clothes wearing, sexual trials, vibrators, dildos, massages, orgasm denial, sexual training, unfair 'rules,' public scenes, blackmail, corrosion, sexual frustration, etc.



Possible plots intros: (I am more than happy to develop a fresh one if you have some good ideas.)




Clinical Seduction II

Sera blushed as she struggled in frustration with the buttons. getting into the clinic's small mandatory nurses uniforms were usually a trial, but these new uniforms were particularly challenging. The green haired nurse though still flustered allowed herself a short smile of achievement as she managed to do up the last button to her top, though now it was particularly tight across her full breasts. she blushed knowing that the uniform like all the nurses uniforms was hugging her every curve, of her shapely body. she blushed deeper as she ran her hand down her hip and finding the smooth skin of her thigh almost immediately. fidgeting to herself. was the skirt really going to be that short!? she blushed and closed her eyes. how did she keep getting the shortest skirts?

Keifer smile in greedy amusement as he watched the security monitor. his smile widened as he saw her reaction to her newly hemmed skirt. he leaned back and smiled as he watch the view from the nurses dressing room from his office. Sera was one of his favorites and he knew how awkward she was about having other ogle her legs. that was why in the past she was always given the shortest skirts, till now... ...now he out did himself.
the new uniform was now a one piece with the only adjustment being the buttons on the top. you could be shy and try to button up the top and risking the uniform tighter and pulling up the skirt several inches, or you could leave it unbuttoned and have exposed cleavage in exchange for a slightly longer skirt.

it was a win win.

Another monitor showed one of the more tiresome patients having one of their patents picking their nose in his sleep. Keifer sighed and set a picture in front of that screen.

Keifer picked up a file from his desk. the new nurse was supposed to be coming in today for training. Keifers eyes scanned the photo graph of and attractive young woman and notited under her measurements that she was a double d cup.

keifer smiled and put the file down, this sight shift was going to be very interesting. the monitor caught his attention again as sera raised her arms behind her head to tie her waist length green hair into a pony tail, her skirt rising up her backside with her movement revealing her panties. keifer smiled at sera's sudden reaction to pulled her skirt down and deep blush on her lovely face.

Keifer smiled. indeed it was going to be a interesting night....




Clinical seduction III

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it was hot and it was sweaty...

Sera gasped out in passion with his motions as Dr, Keifer continued to bounce her on his lap. The poor green haired nurse blushed a moaned as keifer lewdly caress her thighs as he took her.

"no keifer, please not there..." she begged moaning as his cock went deeper into her as the doctor unbuttoned her over strained top with his teeth, baring her full and heaving breasts. she gasped as he started to lick and suck on her breasts and she desperately tried to hold hims around the neck as her toes started to curl. keifer could feel Sera tightening around him and started to fuck his lovely nurse harder...

Sera would get a shorter skirt after this. he new her exposed legs embarrassed her, but her legs were lovely and her body was for his pleasure...

keifer turned his attention from sera's breasts to a file on his.
the new nurse, a photo with her measurements listed. she was an ideal piece of T & A eye candy but one stat stood out to him: "DD cup"

keifer smiled trying ti imagine his new nurse in the skimpy uniform her had mailed to her, a hip length skirt, a perfectly fir waist and a top that would barely be able to contain her large breasts without drawing the already tiny skirt higher.

oh this was going to be so much fun when the new nurse arrived in uniform...

A loud moan from sera and and increased tightness around his cock drew his attention to the beauty her was currently dealing with. "kefier I can't take anymore I going to cum!" she moaned feeling herself cumming as he started to suck on her breasts again.

Clinical Seduction IV

Sera started towards the polished floor as she and keifer walked through the halls of the clinic, she was discussing the progress with the clinics current patients while Keifer updated her on the finance situation. The lovely green-haired nurse blushed as she felt keifer casually encircle his arm her tiny waist as they walked. She felt his fingers playing with her waist length hair, nurses in any other hospital were required to keep their hair short or up in some manner, but keifer had stated his preference earlier that he enjoyed running his fingers though her hair, and that she was to keep her hair down in his presence.

She felt a shiver up her spine as his hand traveled gently down her the opposite slope of her hip. The tight uniforms keifer required the nurses the wear, particularly the tight miniskirt made only her feel almost naked in his presence. And warm when he touched her.
“anything else you think we need to go over?” Keifer asked a rather excited tone in his voice. She knew that tone and blushed.

“no… I mean ,not that I know of, I think we’ve covered everything, erm, everything recent that is…”s he blushed as keifer stopped his pace, sera tried to remained focused of the floor, but eventually turned, feeling keifer’s eyes gazing though his spectacles down upon her.

“I think we need to go over some of the rules of conduct again.” He said with a smiled as sera’s eyes widened and her blush grew deeper.

“I- I- I know are the rules though Kei- Dr Keifer…” she almost caught herself. “ you know I do…”

The twinkle in keifer’s eye grew brighter as she looked over his helplessly beautiful nurse, his hands placing themselves on the flanks of her full and curvy hips, stroking her gently through her skin tight miniskirt. She blushed as keifer pulled her body intimately close and leaned into him, his face close, almost as if to kiss her. Sera whimpered as she felt her body temperature starting to rise as kefier held her very womanhood in his hands…

“kei-keifer?” she managed to squeak before keifer claimed her lips and she knew it was all, over. The fires in her loins started to melt her within as she felt helpless in her tormentor’s embrace.

Keifer broke the kiss and looked back into the eyes of his beautiful blushing sera. “yes, you know the rules, and yet, you continued to break them… ‘arousing the desires of your employer…’ why do you have such trouble with that one? How many times to I have to ‘punish’ you before you get it?” he asked in a teasing tone as he turned the girl around and gently pressed her to the wall.

She whimpered looking over her shoulder helplessly as he lifted her tiny skirt, no doubt taking note of the wonders those yoga classes were doing with her already amazing body, and the noticeable dampness between her thighs. “I wasn’t trying to-“she stopped as she felt the all too familiar sensation of her boss’s hot, throbbing member against the curves of her shapely backside and the sliding between her thighs, to tauntingly pressed against her womanhood. Only her thin, white panties denied him entry. This only made the poor girl wetter. She felt his hand roam up to cup and pleasingly full breasts through her tight uniform, and she felt his hot breath traveling down her delicate neck.
“you never are and yet you succeed…” keifer whispered as he started grinding agisnt her ass. “you are just a sexy girl who cannot help it…” he whispered kissing her neck and making the poor girl moan. “maybe that was the reason I hired you, besides, it’s your fault the ‘punishing’ is so fun…”

he was grinding against her hips hard now, any means of resistance melted away from her body, “not in the hallway. The cameras...” she gasped as she fondled her breasts in that expert way he knew to play with her.

“I know…” keifer whispered to Sera’s horror. “something for me show the new nurse for orientation…”

Sera’s lovely face burned with embarrassment. “but what if some else sees us here?”

Keifer laughed. “sera… Sera Sera Sera… I gave the rest of the staff the night off an hour ago, but not you, you must be punished…” he turned the beautiful girl around and pinned her to the walls, his hand under her skirt, stroking her most private place before moving her panties aside. There was and grunt from keifer and a loud moan from sera as she threw her arms around his neck as he entered her. She was already hot and wet. Keifer looked down at her with a look of hungry lust and kissed her again, deeper this time. His hand caressing her naked thigh as he devoured her, knowing full well how mad it drove her when her touched her there. She instinctively raised her thigh to his hip. Keifer broke the kiss “…and I have all night to punish you…” he said as he unbuttoned the front of her sera’s blouse.

the moans and cries of passion echoed down the empty halls of the sleep clinic.
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(Skirt must be shorter...)


Keifer’s clinic

nurse-staff dress code:

All new nursing staff must be in uniform as all times while on duty unless instructed otherwise by a superior. The composition of the default nursing uniform is as following: White mini-skirt, white mid-drift, white three-button blouse, white tennis shoes or high-heels, white socks, nurse’s hat and white thong. The maximum skirt-length for this clinic must not exceed the length of your knuckles, if your skirt exceeds the regulated example or there is a preferred customization that coincides with the minimum requirements, contact your immediate supervisor. Heels or Tennis shoes, or white knee high boots are optional, Stocking’s and other leggings are also optional, but not required. Panties, thongs are optional, but thongs are preferable, for g-strings and other undergarments, contact your immediate supervisor. Custom changes to uniform can be requested through your immediate adviser or by recommendation form you immediate adviser… Nurses at or beyond 36C-cup are not permitted to wear bras within the clinic, NO EXCEPTIONS. Those found in violation of said rule with be subject to discipline by their immediate supervisor. All fine print must be obeyed.

Punishable offenses:
Exposed cleavage in the presence of your immediate supervisor. Swaying hips in the presence of your immediate supervisor, unauthorized customizations to uniform. Inappropriate skirt-length. Wearing a bra in the presence of your immediate supervisor. Not wearing panties in the presence of your immediate supervisor. Tempting or arousing your immediate supervisor with your beauty. Having a nice ass. Having smooth thighs. Pleasing your supervisor with your body. Making your supervisor hard… denying your supervisor’s desires. Wearing a thong or erotic panties… being a great fuck. Letting your hair down. failing a Supervisor’s trails. Bare legs… being sexy…

punishments:
early termination of employment, negative reference. Being tied up, spankings, hard fucking, titty fucking, sexual torment, money shot. Uniform customization. sexual Enslavement. Public fucking, humiliation, grinding, breasts fondling, massaging, oiling, cunnilinugs, fillatio, cow girl, reverse cow-girl, doggy style, missionary, rape, groping and fondling. Clothed sex Vibrators/sex toys, trials. Cum-on face.



Nurse staff benefits package:
Access to free HealthCare,
Access to free birth control,
Free memberships to tanning salons, health clubs and beauty parlors.


Dr keifer:
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I considered another possibility... could Keifer also care for lonely, frustrated young women, who come to him for examination and... release...

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The Hunter and the Hunted

The mist was thick in the Marsh, the night was heavy with the sound of crickets. and fear was in the air.

The town of Heels had been based at the border of the great marsh for years. it was no mystery that the Marsh held an ancient evil, until the past few months. children would go missing, fel beasts would attack in the night to raid rampage and devour. the town Militia rank had thinned and so have the ranks of the enlisted members of the regional Demon Hunter's guild.

things we getting desperate, now even the trainees of the demon hunter's guild, those train only in basics combat technique and weapons who had yet to fight anything stronger than a lesser imp now stood shoulder to should with their teachers, their patrician and the remainder of the town Militia. the bulk of their force was concentration the center of the swamp, cutting out the main route to town. traveling on the flanks were small flexible groups of hunters, five to a cell, but unfortunately most of them were mere trainees about the experience combat for the first time.

they had to destroy the evil at its source, and this is why they and ventured so deep into the swamp that night.

***

The veteran, teacher and leader of the southern cell step through the marsh, his step so careful as not to squish in the sucking mud. the same couldn't be said for his trainees. as some of them were tripping, stepping on twigs and making uncomfortably amounts of the noise.

One gasped as her foot was caught up to the ankle. she was one of the freshest trainees, still new to the hunter life. she was a marriageable age and quite beautiful with a curvy, nubile body and a busty chest that fought against the tight binding of her gi-top.

the teacher lamented and hoped that many of this trainees would make it through this night alive

(play as the sexy naive virgin hunter)
 
Sera's heart pounded as her pretty face flushed deeply. Keifer had outdone himself this time. he had promised it was only going to be for a week, but if it pleased him, she could count on it becoming perminate. Keifer had stretched the boundaries of her already ludicrously revealing uniform, and made it even more so. She walks slowly and shyly now daring to step too far, her tight skirt hugging the contours of her hips and ass so perfectly is was impossible to hide the shift of her curvy hips, nor the shape of her perfect ass.

Mini skirts were a staple of the nurse uniform, and keifer liked the sight of smooth naked thighs. but this time he went too far. after specific measurement, her uniform was hemmed so precisely, 1/2 and inch below the curves of her buttocks, no more no less. not even enough material to hold down, even the unbuttoning the blouse trick that would show off her cleavage for more skirt didn't work anymore. though keifer had planned for that too. she had tried that too, only to find the only difference i made was exposed her cleavage. just at that moment keifer found her, and his hands found her body. She learned just how much more vulnerable she was to him now than ever before. She was relieved of those two buttons afterwords leaving the poor beautiful nurse sexy and helpless, just the way kefier want her.

kefier touched her body more regularly now than ever before. infront of others! cupping her full ass as he talked to her, kissing her breast when he greeted her. caressing her thighs and hips at every opportunity, even running his hand up her inner thigh and into her panties. when he really wanted her.

Sera blushed as she tried her best to walk slowly without ricing up her skirt. the board of medicine was coming in this week, and Keifer seemed to be merely going further overboard than usual. What were they going to do?
 
Name: Shala Sultra
Age: 23
Gender: female
Class: Sorceress (multiclass): Eastern Slave girl
Background: Shala Sulta was young orphan girl selected by Zakrete, the court sorcerer of the local Pasha to be his apprentice in the arts of magic, as he saw great potential in her. she was 18 when her master Zakrete had succumbed to old age and died. though her potential had grown in the arts of magic, more noticeable other Pasha was her beauty. what started as training her as a dancer turned in making her another slave girl for his already impressive harem, whom the pasha generously shared with his guards. for four years she was the plaything of men and their desires. even to this days she is submissive to the intimate touch of a man. it was only when the corrupt raided by sabre cats that she managed to escape. she has fought along many groups of adventurers during her travels, usually working as a dynamic spellcaster, but is often criticized not for her skill in magic, but for her lack of fighting experience and combat instincts. though she has seen defeat many times at the hands of many monsters, they never kill her, most find joy in her beauty and enjoy the pleasure of her body instead. it is something she embarrassingly tries to avoid mentioning every time she tries to join up with a group of adventurers or merchant caravans. Right she knows that the evil in the west is on the rise and that heroes are rising to fight it. she wishes to join such a group and help to destroy the darkness.
Appearance(s):
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Personality: Smart resourceful and demure, she is willing to be persuasive and stick up for herself when people make assumptions of her, but falls back into her own words when the assumptions happen to be true. but she has one major weakness, she is VERY submissive to the sexual advances of men, and possibly even women. she does not like fighting alone, she works well in groups, mostly.



INTRO:


A merchant's wagon looking to be of eastern origin rumbled past the Rogue's patrols and into the borders of the Sister's encampment. the merchant sitting on a bench behind the driver marveled at the scantily clad red-haired beauties of the Sister's of the Sightless Eye. He wouldn't mind having a few of the lovely female warriors do him an few favors during his stay, however her was already quite content with the shapely, silent white-hair beauty beside him...

Shala Sultra blushed and looked away as the merchant's around returned to his pace around her tiny waist and an his fingers teasingly close to her the exposed skin of her hip. she was lightly bound behind her back by the wrists though such a thing was unnecessary for her, his touch alone was enough to remined her whom she belong to. though it wasn't always this way...

Originally she had enlisted as a sorceress to be protection for the caravan in exchange for envoy. the merchant however was more overcome with the young sorceress's beauty and delectable body. it wasn't long before he found out she was a former harem girl as well, a fact that pleased him greatly along with her submissive nature towards men. of course he realized the joy of his investment a top notch slave girl at the price of a cheap mercenary. he seldom let her leave his bed, he had even gone out of his way to have her blessed with a slave curse, binding her body to him, he already had her soul. the curse prevented her from straying too far form him, or from using way points, or from using particularly potent magic. the result of either of these violations was a magic enduced orgasm. few female slaves could run very far after climax. The merchant smiled greedly at Shala as he groped her ass watch the girl wince and whimper softly. he remembered when she DID fight a few time with the curse on her, she could fel a single powerful beast with much ease and maybe some dripping panties, but multiple weak foes... he smiled growing hard remembering how her casually watched as she was over taken by Leapers and ravaged in front of him and his driver. they waited before helping her, then had their turn with her.

Shala herself tried not to think of the men who had had their way with her, it made things awkward when giving her qualifications as a sorceress when trying to join up with parties of heroes. though, multiple men seem to instinctively know of her past as a concubine, or rather we taken enough with her beauty not to take 'no' for an answer.

and she was by all means what one would desire in an eastern slave girl and more. her body was shapely and well curved, with full ample breasts and full curvy hips. her skin was a lush and tanned, which contrasted with her strangely white hair. she was seldom given anything that didn't flatter her physical charms and even when she paid good money a tailor still saw to it to expose her thighs, hips and cleavage, and then charge an 'additional' fee...

Shala whimpered as she felt the merchant's hand slid up her inner thigh, where he he liked to keep his hand when she was close. the girl whimpered and closed her eyes as his hand slid under her body hugging chemise and into her panties. the merchant shushed her and cupped her breast making her gasp as the wagon came to a stop. "don't think I wouldn't take what I want from you right here right now if there weren't errands to run..." he kissed shala's neck making the girl shiver. "But once were are ready... don't think I won't gladly flaunt you, my slave infront of the others and repay you for tempting my lust... like you always do..." he said looking over her pleasing body and smiling fro kissing her lips. the girl was blushing now, he said he wouldn't take her here, but he had made and broken such promises in the past.

"now go visit the way point, make sure it is active. for us." Shala blushed deeply.

"but- but the way point-" she stammered

"I know..." the merchant said flatly with an evil grin as the girl blushed even deeper.

Shala blushed and leapt down from the wagon, and flinched as the drive caress her thigh as he walked past her. she turned and looked to the merchant.

"can- can I have my binds off?" she said sheepishly.

the merchant grinned and jumped off the wagon as she girl turned. he instead pulled her hips back into her his crotch, parting his robe and pressing his hardened member against her shapely ass. "just remember what happens if you get too far form me and how hard I will fuck you if you do..." he hissed grinding against her ass. Poor shala whimpered expecting him to take her right there as she started to grind against her ass. "remember to be back at my bed by tonight... " he said and turned her around and kissed her deeply. he really WAS tempted to take her in the middle of the camp, but other things where pending, his treasured concubine wasn't going anywhere.

As they broke the Shala blushed and nodded. he cut her loos binds, freeing her hands. "now go!" he start spanking her fine ass.

***

Shala tried to make her way through the camp trying to be as unnoticeable as possible. though such a thing was hard with a scantily clad nubile body and lovely eastern features. her full hips swayed unconsciously of their own accord, all her years as a dancer made walking in such a way second nature. also the merchant's touching of her body wasn't much help either. she was attracting gazes of not only men but some women too... she blushed remembering a bisexual concubine in the same harem as her...

she blushed deeply as she came close to the waypoint. she didn't even need to see it, she could feel as she could any magic used by her, on her or around her... she neared it slowly blushing as the density of the energy around the way point grew more potent. gently she stepped one foot over the waypoint, suddenly the arcane device activated and bathed her in energy. the energy, through the curse immediately converted itself into ecstasy. Shala screamed out her orgasm as she body blazed with pleasure and clasped next to the way point and clutched her womanhood with both hands as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her. she arched her back through the second orgasm and curled into a ball and shuddered though it. embarrassed that the magic in this way point was stronger than she was expecting. of course news of this would please her master. she blushed as she tried to not to look at those staring at her prone body as she tried to catch her breath.
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Sir Vincent marched back and forth down the hallway impatiently, constantly checking his watch, filled with excitement. The physical excitement the realization of this own brilliance gave him new energy, and life, after seven long years of emotional purgatory
It was seven long years since he had been forced to marry the lovely but oh so dreadful Sybil. Sybil Whelch was the heir to the Whelch fortune, and had all the charm of a leech. It had been an arranged marriage, Sybil knew damn well he hated her and she was fine with that, she hated him, it was mutual, only a status matter, a way for keeping the wealth in the family by marrying cousins. Vincent was he cousin twice removed, but not far enough for his tastes. But the elders of the Whelch and Price families demanded they produce and heir. This would be simple if Sybil was not the type to eat her own young and Vincent had any desire to touch her.

And so Vincent’s life had been for the past seven years, a loveless passion less marriage form hell with only outings with his friends and the bottle to keep this morale up.

Then there was the night that changed everything...

A week ago a few of his friends took him out to a local bar, the billboard form across the street featured a new women’s cosmetic ad. The Model in the ad was beyond sexy, and they discussed how that seemed more and more common these days. Then Louie, who worked for the master’s guild explained that the advertising companies stopped using regular human girls as models a long time ago, now they use the sexy exotic slaves from the local slave shops to sell their merchandise. The idea being that slave girl will always be sexier than human women. 'Probably alot more tolerable than Sybil too.' Vincent thought drunkenly… then came the suggestion, Why not check out a high end slave shop and check out and see if these slaves are as sexy in person as they are in the advertisements.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was seven years of dry existance, or simply pent up lust. But that night everything changed.
While his friends tried to lobby for a VIP tour of the slave shop after hours, he waited in the main lobby, too drunk to care about whether or not they would make it in, then it happened!

A beautiful, young, tanned, and sexy neko female clad into only in a pair of skimpy panties passed by with a tray of drinks and offered one to him. She offered with the tray with one hand and tried her best to cover her large, plump breasts with the other. Vincent took the drink and watching awe as the neko slave started to leave. The sway of her full and curvy hips and her sexy juicy ass sealed her fate. He wanted her!

Sir Vincent was reborn! He chased the slave girl down and tossed her tray aside and forced her into a backroom, his lips on her neck, his crotch against his ass, and hands on her breasts and in her panties...

He couldn't recall how many times he had taken the helplessly sexy slave girl that night. Five times perhaps? Maybe more. So many different ways, so many different different postions, so many ways the sexy slave girl's body responded to his touch! She had awakened and passion in him he thought he had lost… and women how made him feel lust and desire.

Of course there were the cost of the drinks he had ruined, and the damage to the supply had trashed in the process , but all easily paid for.

But then the next morning he woke up happy and excited with a realization. Why couldn't he own a slave?

Then Eureka!

It hit him, a plan!

The best plan he had ever had in years!

The net week was dedicated to tracking down that shop that slave girl and acquiring everything about her, images, measurements, and legal documents or ownership.

Sybil would disapprove, she would disapprove no matter what, but he wasn’t going to let her remarks stop him this time. Even if she caught unto the greater end of his plan, he would still have have a beautiful sex slave to show for it.

He felt giddy as a school boy as he fished out of the photos that came with the paper work to the feline sex bomb he was soon to be in possession of. He couldn't wait, and soon she would bear his heir...

***

Whoever bought her wasted no expense in purchasing her, she was prepped by having her lush tanned skin oiled and massaged from head to toe, her hair styled sexily, and a slave amount of cat nip sprinkled onto her oiled skin. That was not counting the straps, skimpy outfits and sexy costumes and fertility drugs also are shipped with her. She was given only a simple clothes, though more than she had at the slave shop, just a skin tight tank top that nearly molded around her large double D breasts and a skimpy thong that emphasized her sexy ass. But who was her master? And why was he so desperate to buy her? Eventually the truck she was watching in came to a stop at the door of the Price Estate.

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Sir Vincent marched back and forth down the hallway impatiently, constantly checking his watch, filled with excitement. The physical excitement the realization of this own brilliance gave him new energy, and life, after seven long years of emotional purgatory
It was seven long years since he had been forced to marry the lovely but oh so dreadful Sybil. Sybil Whelch was the heir to the Whelch fortune, and had all the charm of a leech. It had been an arranged marriage, Sybil knew damn well he hated her and she was fine with that, she hated him, it was mutual, only a status matter, a way for keeping the wealth in the family by marrying cousins. Vincent was he cousin twice removed, but not far enough for his tastes. But the elders of the Whelch and Price families demanded they produce and heir. This would be simple if Sybil was not the type to eat her own young and Vincent had any desire to touch her.

And so Vincent’s life had been for the past seven years, a loveless passion less marriage form hell with only outings with his friends and the bottle to keep this morale up.

Then there was the night that changed everything...

A week ago a few of his friends took him out to a local bar, the billboard form across the street featured a new women’s cosmetic ad. The Model in the ad was beyond sexy, and they discussed how that seemed more and more common these days. Then Louie, who worked for the master’s guild explained that the advertising companies stopped using regular human girls as models a long time ago, now they use the sexy exotic slaves from the local slave shops to sell their merchandise. The idea being that slave girl will always be sexier than human women. 'Probably alot more tolerable than Sybil too.' Vincent thought drunkenly… then came the suggestion, Why not check out a high end slave shop and check out and see if these slaves are as sexy in person as they are in the advertisements.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was seven years of dry existance, or simply pent up lust. But that night everything changed.
While his friends tried to lobby for a VIP tour of the slave shop after hours, he waited in the main lobby, too drunk to care about whether or not they would make it in, then it happened!

A beautiful, young, tanned, and sexy neko female clad into only in a pair of skimpy panties passed by with a tray of drinks and offered one to him. She offered with the tray with one hand and tried her best to cover her large, plump breasts with the other. Vincent took the drink and watching awe as the neko slave started to leave. The sway of her full and curvy hips and her sexy juicy ass sealed her fate. He wanted her!

Sir Vincent was reborn! He chased the slave girl down and tossed her tray aside and forced her into a backroom, his lips on her neck, his crotch against his ass, and hands on her breasts and in her panties...

He couldn't recall how many times he had taken the helplessly sexy slave girl that night. Five times perhaps? Maybe more. So many different ways, so many different different postions, so many ways the sexy slave girl's body responded to his touch! She had awakened and passion in him he thought he had lost… and women how made him feel lust and desire.

Of course there were the cost of the drinks he had ruined, and the damage to the supply had trashed in the process , but all easily paid for.

But then the next morning he woke up happy and excited with a realization. Why couldn't he own a slave?

Then Eureka!

It hit him, a plan!

The best plan he had ever had in years!

The net week was dedicated to tracking down that shop that slave girl and acquiring everything about her, images, measurements, and legal documents or ownership.

Sybil would disapprove, she would disapprove no matter what, but he wasn’t going to let her remarks stop him this time. Even if she caught unto the greater end of his plan, he would still have have a beautiful sex slave to show for it.

He felt giddy as a school boy as he fished out of the photos that came with the paper work to the feline sex bomb he was soon to be in possession of. He couldn't wait, and soon she would bear his heir...

***

Whoever bought her wasted no expense in purchasing her, she was prepped by having her lush tanned skin oiled and massaged from head to toe, her hair styled sexily, and a slave amount of cat nip sprinkled onto her oiled skin. That was not counting the straps, skimpy outfits and sexy costumes and fertility drugs also are shipped with her. She was given only a simple clothes, though more than she had at the slave shop, just a skin tight tank top that nearly molded around her large double D breasts and a skimpy thong that emphasized her sexy ass. But who was her master? And why was he so desperate to buy her? Eventually the truck she was watching in came to a stop at the door of the Price Estate.

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age of discovery, adventure and smut


it was been 40 years since the discovery of the new world. a new content to the imperial powers across the Great Sea. the hope for this story is to create an interesting and new world, with the Imperials on the cusp or mastering steam punk technology, while the Inland Kingdoms within the new world have limited technology, but boundless resources, and old magicks. choose, win the favor of the imperials, win the favor of the inland kingdoms, join the inland war, remain neutral, declare war, gain guides and allies, discover valueable flora and funa, explore runes, ancient sites, treasures, win the favor of the imperial crowns, the InLand warlords, or the Trust? are you a merchant, a warrior, an inventor, a guide, translator, doctor, or lord?


I want this to be a world that rps can play multiple characters and work hard to explore and develop, and find smut along the way ^.~


Rough intro (long):


the bulk of the ship rocked and creaked in the strong but subtle night's breeze.

Sir Mathew Harland Bates instinctively reached out to steady his shifting oil lamp as the ship road over a particularly rough wave, all the while the young man kept his eyes train on the journal in his hand. he was an educated man, a botanist and cartographer at age 23, certainly hansom by any standard with blonde hair and devilish features. he turned over a fresh page where and artful hand had diligently sketched in fine detail and beautiful native girl from a newly discovered land. Mathew smiled at he took in the fine detail, long dark hair, exotic features and a shapely body, with skimpy clothing that barely covered her full curves... Mathew marveled at the picture with interest at he ogled the girl's bare thighs and cleavage. though he a bright and promising young man from a respectable and affluent family. he was lazy and cared little for his reputation in society. he was already an such embarrassment for being a gambler and womanizer, mostly womanizer, that his family demanded he start behaving like a proper gentleman of his status.

Mathew turned to next page to see a sketch of the same girl form before bending over of at the waist to fill a water jug, damn did the artist catch a great view... how the hell could anyone expect him to be a gentleman around such a delicious woman? he was already getting hard, imagining taking the women and in that position, a vulgar action to be sure, but the type he liked the most. damn, two months at sea without a woman, how did these sailors stand it?!

a snore from the end of the room broke his concentration on the picture. a shadowy figure curled up in a make-shift hammock snore loudly and stirred with the ship's rocking. Mathew rolled his eyes, Bernad Shuk. or "Benny" a he was called. a commoner and scallywag, but a former liaison to the late Doctor Rotheski. Benny was more rough and unkempt, dark hair, unshaven stubble and general cynicism. that at least Mathew like about him, he new his fellow nobles were the most cynical people alive, it was good to know that a squire and linguist like Benny could be just as cynical.

The cabin door open inviting the roar of the sea before closing base into relative silence. a tall elderly man in a sea captain's uniform march into he warm dry cabin to shed his coat. "still readying through Rotheski's journal are you?" Captain Taylor asked and she started to ring the sea from his coat.
"twelfth time through..." Mathew answered spending a few moments admiring another sketch that the girl was smiling in and knowingly poising for.

"not just ogling the pictures I hope. defeating the entire purpose of your father sending you here." Taylor said hanging up his coat to dry.

Mathew rolled his eyes. " Rotheski was quite the artist, you cannot blame me for appreciating the man's skill. nor the beauty of the women he choose to sketch."

"Just remember, you will be sketching maps, not girls, you will be traveling deep into the new continent and accessing what resources and what value can be found amount the land and its people... it is your duty to the crown."

"but... we might need a native guide for such an expedition."

"that's what Benny is..." Taylor growled gesturing to the sleeping man. "he knows the local language and he knows the village we will be porting at tomorrow and he was one of Rotheski's men."

"and then Rotheski disappeared how? again?"

Taylor sighed, "get some sleep, we will be docking in the morning... "

***




Mathew Tried to best to wipe the sleep out of his eyes as a man was noisily stomping and banging around the cabin, getting dressed and gathering up equipment. Mathew yawned. "the hell's going on?" he muttered.

"'what's going on?'" a gruff, man's voice that had not yet lost its youth mocked. "THIS is what's going on." A curtain way violently pulled aside flooding the cabin with agonizingly blinding light.

"dah! Damn! Close it! close it!" Mathew gestured violently as he tried to cover his eyes.

A heavy sack Hit him in the chest nearly knocking him off the bed. "get dressed, the captain's waiting..."

***

The smell of the sea was strong as was the tropical sun and dense moist air.

Captain Taylor, in spite of the heat remained fully and formally dressed at the dock sipping his morning tea as his sailor marched up and down the gangplanks, carrying bundles of woven cloth, and crates of salt and barrels of mead. Mathew exited that cabin still doing up this shirt as he made his way among the crew onto the dock. "Are we here already?" he asked looking taking in his surroundings.

the sun reflected hotly off the white sand of the beach only to be briefly cooled by the steaming and receding of the waves. further inland from the beach a densely green wall of tropical foliage. The doc was of modest build with large trunks of imperial timber. "Peter's Port" was encribed on the port's main wharf house, also to bearing a flag of the Crown, but also the insignia of the Imperial Commerce Trust.

Mathews Knit his brow as he finished doing up his suspenders. "I thought this port was owned solely by the Crown...."

"it is.... " Said Taylor as he raised his tea cup to his lips. "for now anyway... The trust has taken quite a bit of interest in this new land, there is high potential for valuable plants, animals and mineral wealth. This port was built initially as a landing point for ships further sailing up the coast, mapping the continuance. that was a year ago, since then their has been trade with the local natives of our own manufactured goods that their own. they have brought us man exotic fruits and plants of many powerful properties, for medicine and recreation. its only natural the Trust should take an interest." he sipped his tea again. "right now the Trust has taken a great interest in the economic potential and the resources of this land, and the trust will smile vary favorably to the Imperial nation that can best map out this new world...."

"and bleed this land dry just like we bled our own..." Spat Benny as he marched past the two gentlemen, tipping a leading mead barrel into a tin mug a taking a swig.

"a little early for that kind of beverage Mr Shuk?" Captain Talyor asked the scruffy young man who proceeded to pour the remainder of the mead on his arms and neck.

"unless you want to be eaten alive by skeeters capt'n, I suggest you follow suit... this land maybe be lush and beautiful, but I can name a number of common things here that could kill you are well."

"like the natives?" asked a tall, Teutonic, muscularly built man in full military uniform and mustache and blunderbuss in hand.

"ah, Sargent Reynolds," Taylor smiled as the tall solider started to readjust the straps to his pack. "Glad you could make it. you've haven't met Sargent Reynolds have you Mr Bates? He is a former grenadier in the Royal Redguard's division. a stnad up soldier, but unfamilar with the ways and customs of these lands I am afriad. Mr Shuk, I trust you cand bring him up to speed."

Benny shrugged and nodded. Mathews was looking down the dock at the natives exchanging crates and barrels with the sailors. The majority old and wizened men, tanned by the unyielding sun. "Taylor.... what would you estimate the average age of natives in this village?"

Taylor shrugged. "mostly between 18 and 29, though they are rumored to live well into their 90s, why do you ask?"

"Because there seem to be only old men, handing the goods..."

"that's becasue the YOUNG men are further inland fighting a war among the inland kingdoms. this has been going on for two years now... in that respect their problems are not all that different that the Imperial Nations. And you Reynolds, I recommend you keep your weapon stowed and let me do the talking... no sense starting a war with the Inland Kingdoms on their own land..."

"Do you speak any of the local tongue, Mr Shuk?" Asked Mathews curiously.

"Enough to get by, but you won't have to worry about this particular Village. with the international trading, Dr Rotheski's influence, and general exposure to our tongue, most of the natives can speak the language of the crown... "

Mathew took a moment to ponder this...

"I understand I was to have a scribe accompanying me..."

Taylor blinked. "oh yes, Mr Sneibbs. he is still below deck, I will fetch him..."
Taylor set his tea down on the post and started to make his way up the gang planks. Mathew smiled as he

watched him leave and turned his attention back to the two hardened men before him. "Now Mr Shuk, I take it you know this particular village well, would you mind showing me around."

Benny looked to where Captain Taylor has disappeared below deck then hesitantly looked back to Mathews. "Suppose... but for what purpose?"

"I believe we need to higher a native guide. a native speaker. you admit your command of their language is limited."

"yes..." Said Benny cautiously, not breaking his eyes from the slightly taller nobleman.

"and a native guide would be a GREAT help in learning more about the land and how their adapt to its perils, and could even educate out dear Sgt Reynolds." he said patting Reynolds on his rock hard shoulder.

"Oooookay...." Said Benny taking a puff from his hand-rolled cigarette. "but only becasue you are right...."

****


the people of the village were still within the basic levels of technological development, sporting simple, easy to repair and modify, light timber huts. Benny was right about one particular detail too, much to mathew's pleasure. most of the natives walking around were young women, young beautiful exotic women...

beautiful and scantily clad with only the bare functional essentials for dress, with little to no effort attempted to even hide their lush feminine shape, their smooth tanned skin, smooth bare this, full hips, bare pinched waists, long black hair, deep brown eyes and ample busts. most clad in simple loin cloths or thongs and small low cut tops. So deliciously in contrast to the women back home.

Mathew smiled and looked around like an eager school boy. the trio of foreign men were their fair share of stares and smiles from passing girls, after all two years deprived of male attention and touch left many of the young women in want. not the mention some of the local fruit not only was a decent food for consumption, but also provoked the physical desire of those who consumed it, and it was a decent crop this year. not to mention these strange foreign men were not all that bad looking.

One Particularly shapely girl with a woven tray, walked by them making an all too deliberate attempt to rub past Benny. " Oh I a- am so sorry..." she said, obviously testing her mastery of Imperial tongue and flashing a cute smile. at the three men and Benny. "would you like to try one?" she offered, raising the tray so it was level with her breasts. the tray held four exotic looking fruits.

"oh why thank you..." Benny said loud enough to make Reynolds and Mathews start paying attention. he took one of the fruit and smelled it, he fished a multi-tool knife from his pack, snapped over the main blade and cut a piece free and ate it. "uhmmmn! very good, very sweet, how much?"

the Native girl's eyes widened, "oh, un, its for you, a gift." she said gesturing for him to keep the fruit.

Benny smiled "we in that case, I have a gift for you..." he folded up the knife and handed it to the girl. she Blushed in amazement, looking up a Benny to confirm her was serious, then gladly excepted it. she smiled at Benny warmly as she started to turn, all too obviously slipping the multi-tool into her cleavage as she walked away, deliberately swaying her hips as she did.

Both Reynolds and Mathews stare open mouthed as she walked away, Benny took a bite of the fruit causally and looked at the two. "we are probably the first young men they have seen in a two years since the war. get used to it. these people at very hospitable." he tossed the fruit in the air and into the air for Reynolds to catch.

Mathews shook head out of the trance, three whole months at sea without womanly company, and here nearly nothing but women. his member was already rock-hard from the image for that girl sliding the tool between her breasts.

"you too here, try to arrange and barter for provision until captain Taylor comes back, I will find us a Guide in the meantime."

"I don't think-" benny started, but it was too late, Mathews was already on the hunt, leaving them in the middle of the village, as he looked for the perfect girl to satisfy his needs....



Custom character building:


okay, so in this world there are two groups of people: the imperial Nations, and the tribal kingdoms.

for right now, i have only the Imperials as playable factions:

the Imperials nations are: (pick one nationality)

Angelians: who have a strong naval and military tradition, highly industrial, high intellectual, not super religious with a strong emphasis on commercial tradition. one of the founding patrons of the Imperial Commerce Trust.

Iberians: highly religious, charismatic, powerful navy and superior navigation in land and sea, these guys are expansionists competence fighters with a large army and highly agriculture based economy with little knowledge of industry or science.

Dueschians: VERY militaristic and industrially minded, they have little support in terms of navel power as a result of the last war, but they still boast a reputable warrior heritage. what they lack in commerce they make up for in manufacturing and scientific advancement.

Franks: a very rich nation, not the strongest in terms of navy, but very flexible when it comes to diplomacy, scientific thinking, industrialization and self sustained agriculture.

Boers: a Very commerce driven nation, not leading in industry or military, but rather skilled by its huge and superior merchant fleet, they are the soul owners of the nordian league, rivals to the imperial commerce trust, on good relations with the duschians.


Backgrounds: (you may pick two backgrounds for you characters family background)

Noble: (bonus to wealth and reputation, additional bonuses stalk with other backgrounds)

Military: (fighting and leadership skills)

Mercantile: (bonus to wealth and discovery of commodities and bartering)

Commoner: (bonuses to fighting and criminal skills and the high ability to adapt)

Maritime: (knowledge of everything sea worthy, bonus with mercantile background)

Academic: (increase to reputation,

industrial: (knowledge of anything machines, ability to make repairs and expanded industry)

Religious: (increase in reputation wealth and charisma, ability to convert)

Agrarian: (knowledge of food and plants and the ability to cultivate)

Criminal: (only applies to noble, commoner, and military, and you start out in prison)


you also have to option for gaining three individuals of varying profession for you team, say a merchant, a diplomat, naturalist, prospector, scout. intellectual, servant, architect/engineer, farmer or sailor?
 
I have been flirting around with for sometime. this involves my beloved elves. as canon, Moon Elves and Drow and long time ancestral enemies and are often at war. the Drow being the more cunning and ruthless often capturing cute, delicious Moon elves to become torment slaves and pets. however, due the matriarchal society of the Drow, the pleasures of moon elves slaves is only known to the female caste, where as the males often do the dirty work of fighting.

Now say, due to being enslaves by humans as sex slaves and by drow, moon elves needs to seek out new allies on the surface, so they seek out their sister elves, the fierce and exotic Naryu elves. the Naryu elves having been breed into a race that slays demons to gain the rights to a mate, the naryu seem like perfect allies for the moon elves to call to their defense against the ever growing drow raids. save for one problem...

there is no actual bad blood between the Naryu any drow and neither race has met until now... the main fighting force of naryu are strong, beautiful, passionate yet sexually starved female warriors. While the common raider and fodder of the drow are sharp, swift, stoic, dashing sexually repressed males... a few hostage or kidnapping situations between these warriors with no blood feud between them could lead to some very... intimate, and taboo curiosities...

((will design a profile for male drow warriors, in the meantime, here are the former slave/pet pitches for the other elves...))

Moon Elves:

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Body Type: small, slender, shapely

Sex Drive: mild

Demeanor: Shy, gentle, caring, demure, submissive.

Accessibility: common

Bust: shapely

Background: One of the oldest races of surface elf, Moon elves were once a proud and influential society. However in the second necromancer war the elven kingdoms had been obliterated by the dark hordes who were soon eliminated by human and mercenary forces. As a result the lowly humans took the proud elves as slaves and their treasures as spoils of war. After the first few centuries of domestication, moon elves were often bought for magical services, healers, care givers and concubines serving as eye candy in great halls. Moon elf slaves were rather expensive and only fulfilled certain niche markets until it was widely realized that moon elf females had a high weakness to sexual stimulation yet a VERY high stamina. Over night moon elves became a sex slave exclusive and demand soared. Moon elves by and large are very sweet, gentle and beautiful creatures. Moon elves often refrain shyly from sexual advances but hardly ever resist. Unlike most slaves moon elf erogenous zones are estimated to be nearly twice the sensitivity to that of humans. It is also rumored that moon elf females have two g-spots and males with girth greater than that of a moon elf male are able to stimulate both to overwhelm the poor elves. It is still not known just how many orgasms a moon elf female can experience before fainting, however millions of independent studies are being tested world wide, everyday. Through some elves are still sold as care givers, moon elves are nearly always sold as either sex slaves or the more recent trend, torment slaves. Every new sex toy to ever hit the market is often tested on moon elf slaves first.



















Naryu Elves:

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Body Type: small, shapely, curvy, slender.

Sex Drive: medium-high

Demeanor: stubborn, bold, proud, submissive

Accessibility: Rare

Bust: Ample

Background: a close cousin to moon elves and sun elves, the Naryu are a beautiful, exotic and as of yet unconquered breed of surface elf, often found in forest lands outside the frontier. However unlike their moon elf cousins, the Naryu are a warrior's culture and take pride in their cunning. Naryu are clever and deadly in combat. However like their moon elf cousins, naryu elves share some of the same physical weaknesses. Like the moon elf, Naryu females have two g-spots and are easily easily overwhelmed if raped by a human male. In the act of love making, naryu elves become surprisingly submissive. Unlike their moon elf cousin's, naryu elves are not shy about their bodies and have little to no shame in showing some nicely tanned skin. Summer tends to be the breeding season for naryu elves, the times when the weather is most hot and humid are the times when naryu elf females are most fertile, similar to the breeding patterns of sun elves. Though naryu elves are beautiful and highly sought after, they are not domestically bred and are quite expensive and only attainable through special requests.

Additional, since Naryu are a warrior breed of elves that consistently produce more females than males, males are treated like a commodity and only the most skilled female warriors are allowed to mate and reproduce. to be worthy a female must undergo a rights of passage and slay a demon , once she attains this feat, she will be granted her rights to a mate. however due to the traditional monogamous nature of naryu lore and the low amount of males to go around, this leaves the majority of the tribes very fertile females without chance a of gaining a mate, and do to sexual repression naryu females not allowed to mate unless their rights of passage is complete. this is why most naryu females if found and raped by a human never speak of it later, but will wait in the same place hoping the human will come back. by being raped, naryu technically are not breaking any of their lore, and they still get sex, but they must not actively seek it out... summer is when the mateless naryu are more vulnerable, they are at the height of their fertility, and unless they 'help' one fo their sisters deal with heat. they become frustrated, even in battle. a fist or a blade may be stopped and reversed, but an initiate caress, kiss, rub or grope would be more disarming for an elf whose body is at the brink of need.







Drow:

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Body Type: tall, slender, busty, curvy,

Sex Drive: high

Demeanor: dominate, seductive, proud, cruel

Accessibility: rare

Bust: Large

Background: Powerful, beautiful and deadly, the drow, or dark elves are a ruthless race of elves that had lived under the surface for millennia. The concept of slavery and dark elf slavery is nothing new in drow society, often children of a conquered house who are not slaughtered out right are kept as pets and lovers of the conquering matron. Unlike human society, drow are highly matriarchal and with females being favored highly by their dark goddess. They see other race as very inferior and particularly dislike surface elves. However since trade with the under dark started as well as marketing of the moon elves many moon elves found themselve brought into the world of their dark ancestral enemy and being subjected to torments beyond what humans even dream about. Drow tend to use sex as a form of dominance, often imposed upon males and other slaves. However there are still those drow females that favor a reverse in roles to for once feel like the one being dominated. Drow slaves are incredibly rare and uncommon on the surface and are usually a result of trade, barter or luck.





Lore of elves, for rp building




Moon elves:
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Lore:
Moon elves used the be the most predominate surface elves on the planet prior to the first and second Necromancer Wars. after the wars, the male population depleted the dominating human factions moved on on the vulnerable moon elves enslaving the majority of them as sex slaves. like most surface elves moon elves can only conceive male moon elf children with another moon elf male. mating with a male of any other race simply results in a moon elf female, hybrids are possible, but rare. the remaining free tribes of moon elves remain plagued by their millennia old ancestral war with the drow. being a race whose independence is vulnerable and on the decline, most drow attacks a raids purely for capture of elven slaves. moon elves are one of the last races of elves to be fluent in light and nature based magicks, by nature moon elves are submissive, modest and gentle. they posses amazing endurance, but a very sensitive and have little tolerance for sexual stimulation, often reaching hights of passion and pleasure human females can only envy.

Males:

none, Female Moon elves seek other races for mates

Females:
kind, gentle, submissive and beautiful and amazingly cute. with soft light blue skin, waist length silver hair, short and slender nubile bodies with average busts and full hips, Moon elves make amazing companions and loyal slaves. like most surface elf females, Moon elf females posses two g-spots instead of one, both easily stimulated by a human sized cock or greater. though moon elves posses no visibly powerful sex drive, they have sensitive bodies and can experience pleasure and passion on levels only few races can, hence even when raped, moon elves cannot help by enjoy the experience dispute themselves

Dynamics:

Drow:
At war with the drow, often captured as sexual 'pets', they fear the drow particularly the females.
Naryu:
Moon elves are distant cousins to the naryu, though separated by region, though the naryu are traditionally isolationists, the have a loyalty to their ancestral sister elves.

Humans:

humans becoming the new dominate race on the surface perceive moon elves to be cute and beautiful obedient slaves and have nearly enslaved their entire race. Moon elves believe that the human cock, for its size and girth to stimulate both g-spots to unspeakable pleasure, leaving most moon elves to believe that the human male body was made to concurred theirs

Naryu:
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Lore:
Before the Necromancer Wars, the Rise of Man, and the human tribes, the were the Ages of Darkness. During this time, much of the globe was taken over and ruled by conquering demons lords. One these demon lords, Gralzadon, had conquered a large swaft of ancestral elven lands, his prize? the moon elves. Gralzadon set about forging the ultimate concubine race to satisfy his lusts. the moon elves concubines, through magic and breeding were change to have tanned skin, sandy yellow hair, wide hips, small waists, large breasts, incredible beauty and an incredible sex drive. for generations the existed purely as sex slaves for the pleasure of lord Gralzadon and his minions, very rarely had the naryu ever bore male children by design. one night the most beautiful and powerful the naryu concubines in the throws of heat gave herself to Gralzadon. in the heats of passion both master and slave came their zenith of sexual power, in that moment the elf used her orgasm and all of her magic to banish her master to another realm. the spell drained her life force and thus her race's knowledge of magic, but the banishment of the demon lord lead to a rebellion among the naryu and the started to retake their ancestral lands. over several generations, Naryu had mastered the art of demon slaying and proved themselves to be the fircesome warriors. however due to the limited amount of males per tribe, only females who prove themselves by slaying a high level demon. however, this leads to the extermination of demon in the regions where the naryu settle. high level demons are often slave, however, lower level 'hentai' demons that tend to rape females tend to be spared the wrath of the naryu. infact naryu happen to be proven by humans and lesser demons to be easier to rape than to fight. though amazing lovers Naryu have not been discovered on conquered by the greater human cities yet and are largely unknown to the greater world. the hot humid weather of summer is the mating season of the naryu, when the females are most fertile and the tribe is most vulnerable. this is the time when humans from local villages brave the woods in search a hot elf or two to fuck. like moon elves, naryu are very sensitive and posses two g-spots, however unlike the moon elves, naryu are actually built for sex are incredible lovers and slaves and a usually dominated by bold sexual advances and rape. while naryu elves make incredible cute, and sexy slaves, they still have their pride and will try to be resistant to sexual advance, but with little luck

Males:

few in number, Naryu males are a reserved caste, saved only for mating to worthy female warriors, males are often kept out of danger and risk, not trusted for outside work. basically drones.

Females:
Females are the predominate sex in the Naryu society, due to lack of male mates, Naryu females seldom ever receive mates even when their rights of passage of slaying a demon is fulfilled and are forced to find their sex elsewhere with other races, but that is a cultural taboo, thus naryu never openly admit to being raped, willingly, by males of other races. naryu make passionate lovers and slaves. like most surface elves, naryu are completely unaware just how beautiful there are and tend to not the think much of their skimpy dress, save for when their outfit cannot contain their curves...

Dynamics:
Moon elves: distantly related.
Drow:
never met
Humans: occasionally trade, and rape

Dark elves/Drow:
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Lore:
Drow are one of the oldest races in the world. Unlike surface elves, drow reside in the underdark and their society is largely unaffected but the expansion of human influence and conflicts of the surface. Drow society is purely matriarchal, based under the values of their goddess Lady Lloth, who encapsulates beauty, intrigue, sensuality and chaos. Drow tend to only attack the surface during night, when the sun is less harsh to their sensitive underdark eyes. Gender relations are simple. Males are not made in the image of Lloth a thusly an inferior and treated as second class. Drow males are often burdened with meanial tasks, torment from their female counterparts and used disposably. Males are train primarily as warriors who patrol the underdark and are immensely skilled. Female drow are perhaps the most beautiful sensual races second to only a succubus. Unlike the males, females are slightly taller, stronger and while the make capable fighters, there have incredible magick abilities few males get to experience. Thought males are often beaten and but their cruel female superiors. Most drow view sex and power as the same thing, often seducing their reluctant males counterpart with their overwhelming sexuality. Drow males tend to be very ruggedly attractive due to the tastes of their female superiors. The Drow have been at war with the moon elves since to dawn of time is seems, few drow know the cause of the war, or care. Drow live to conquest, dominance, and pleasure.

Males:

Drow males tend to be introverted about their female superiors, most wanting to avoid such attention, which could be both good or bad. Their inner grievances against female drow tend to be tense to due to their susceptibility to female seductions, a fact female drow enjoy exploiting. Drow males are generally sexually repressed, often resisting the seductions of their female counter parts to retain some measure of control. Drow males have no concept of submissive females aside from cute moon elf slave girls, though females are only ones given that pleasure that pleasure.

Females:

one of the female alphas beyond elven races. Drow females have the most demanding sex drives and the lust from dominance. Unlike most elves, they are the only even race where the female is taller than the male, and equal to the height of a human female, but with more overwhelming beauty. Females are openly bisexual and see rape and seduction merely as sensual ways for expressing power. Only surface born drow females are ever known to be submissive.

Dynamics:


Moon elves:
a cute and innocent ancestrial enemy that drow prize as pets, and sex slaves, often lovely to listen to the cute cries of their slaves as they cum.

Naryu:

Drow have never encountered the naryu before

Humans:

Drow seldom have dealings with humans, aside from trade, often in rare metals and slaves.
 

Sir Vincent marched back and forth down the hallway impatiently, constantly checking his watch, filled with excitement. The physical excitement the realization of this own brilliance gave him new energy, and life, after seven long years of emotional purgatory
It was seven long years since he had been forced to marry the lovely but oh so dreadful Sybil. Sybil Whelch was the heir to the Whelch fortune, and had all the charm of a leech. It had been an arranged marriage, Sybil knew damn well he hated her and she was fine with that, she hated him, it was mutual, only a status matter, a way for keeping the wealth in the family by marrying cousins. Vincent was he cousin twice removed, but not far enough for his tastes. But the elders of the Whelch and Price families demanded they produce and heir. This would be simple if Sybil was not the type to eat her own young and Vincent had any desire to touch her.

And so Vincent’s life had been for the past seven years, a loveless passion less marriage form hell with only outings with his friends and the bottle to keep this morale up.

Then there was the night that changed everything...

A week ago a few of his friends took him out to a local bar, the billboard form across the street featured a new women’s cosmetic ad. The Model in the ad was beyond sexy, and they discussed how that seemed more and more common these days. Then Louie, who worked for the master’s guild explained that the advertising companies stopped using regular human girls as models a long time ago, now they use the sexy exotic slaves from the local slave shops to sell their merchandise. The idea being that slave girl will always be sexier than human women. 'Probably alot more tolerable than Sybil too.' Vincent thought drunkenly… then came the suggestion, Why not check out a high end slave shop and check out and see if these slaves are as sexy in person as they are in the advertisements.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was seven years of dry existance, or simply pent up lust. But that night everything changed.
While his friends tried to lobby for a VIP tour of the slave shop after hours, he waited in the main lobby, too drunk to care about whether or not they would make it in, then it happened!

A beautiful, young, tanned, and sexy neko female clad into only in a pair of skimpy panties passed by with a tray of drinks and offered one to him. She offered with the tray with one hand and tried her best to cover her large, plump breasts with the other. Vincent took the drink and watching awe as the neko slave started to leave. The sway of her full and curvy hips and her sexy juicy ass too much.

Sir Vincent was reborn! He chased the slave girl down and tossed her tray aside and forced her into a backroom, his lips on her neck, his crotch against his ass, and hands on her breasts...

He couldn't recall how many times he had fucked and dominated the helplessly sexy slave girl that night. Five times perhaps? Maybe more. So many different ways, different positions. She had awakened and passion in him he thought he had lost… the lowly neck slave how made him feel lust and desire.

Of course there were the cost of the drinks he had ruined, and the damage to the supply had trashed in the process, all easily paid for.

But then the next morning he woke up happy and excited with a realization. Why couldn't he own a slave?

Then Eureka!

It hit him, a plan!

The best plan he had ever had in years!

The net week was dedicated to tracking down that shop that slave girl and acquiring everything about her, images, measurements, and legal documents or ownership.

Sybil would disapprove, she would disapprove no matter what, but he wasn’t going to let her remarks stop him this time. Even if she caught unto the greater end of his plan, he would still have have a beautiful sex slave to show for it.

He felt giddy as a school boy as he fished out of the photos that came with the paper work to the feline sex bomb he was soon to be in possession of. He couldn't wait, and soon she would bear his heir...

***

Whoever bought her wasted no expense in purchasing her, she was prepped by having her lush tanned skin oiled and massaged from head to toe, her hair styled sexily, and a slave amount of cat nip sprinkled onto her oiled skin. That was not counting the straps, skimpy outfits and sexy costumes and fertility drugs also are shipped with her. She was given only a simple clothes, though more than she had at the slave shop, just a skin tight tank top that nearly molded around her large double D breasts and a skimpy thong that emphasized her sexy ass. But who was her master? And why was he so desperate to buy her? Eventually the truck she was watching in came to a stop at the door of the Price Estate.
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