~ Violent Doll Baby Seeking Sadistic Male ~

[kimbra_ailis]

Play Place: Forum Threads only. We can talk on yahoo IM but I dont play there. I might be convinced to play by PM but I dont like it.

Sex of the character I am willing to play: Female or Male. I prefer if I am playing male then it is m/m.

Sex of the character I am want to play with: Male. I have no interest in f/f.

Sexual Orientation: Straight, Yaoi

Level of Play: Long term, multi paragraph post
I'm no english major, I don't care if words are misspelled as long as I know what it is you are trying to say. Quality over quantity!! I tend to get long winded in my posts. I do not expect my partners to try to match my posts as long as you are giving me good quality. Looking for at least two paragraphs... *Would truly Prefer 2-4 +!!!

I would like someone who wants to work on the plot with me from time to time... Not simply let the story flopp around... If you are only looking for smut with minimal plot... DO NOT ask if I want to play... I have a lot of plots... dont be afraid to ask me to pm you a few.... In most cases I am more than happy to start. If its my plot I probably laready have an idea for a start. If its your plot but are not going to start, please give me some details so I can make one that we can both enjoy playing. If you see a story I am already playing but are still intersted in playing it pm me I would.

What I am looking for: a Dominate male character to play with. Some who is into violence or sadist... Rarely I will play with a more submissive male but he has to be a pin slut. At this time I am NOT interested in playing Dom to your Sub...

I do love rape, violence, pain... I can play submissive... switch.... and agressive. My characters tend to be some what dominate in nature, looking for someone that can force them into submission... I dont mind playing virgins but I have trouble playing innocent or slutty characters.

Want to Play With (Your Character)
Vampire(dominate)... Dragon Lord(dominate)... Shapeshifter... Werewolf(dominate)... Were-animal(dominate)... Centuar(dominate)... Human... Elven... Demon(dominate)... Incubus(dominate)... Angel... Fallen Angel... Orc(dominate)... Zombie(dominate)... Goblin(dominate)... Brother(dominate)... Cousin(dominate/switch)... Twin Brothers(dominate/switch)... Warrior... Prisoner of War(sub/switch)... Soldier... Knight... Guard... Traitor... Assassin... Slayer... Hunter... Scout(sub)... Spy(sub)... Torturer(dominate)... Necromancer... Mage... Priest... Summoner... Wizard... Prince... King(sub/dominate)... Servant(dominate/switch)... Slave(sub/dominate/switch)...

Want to Play (My Character)
Vampire(sub/dominate)... Shapeshifter(sub/dominate/switch)... Human(sub)... Elven(sub)... Demon... Angel(sub)... Fallen Angel(sub)... Sister(sub)... Cousin(sub)... Amazon(sub/dominate)... Warrior(sub)... Soldier(sub/dominate)... Prisoner of War(sub)... Knight... Guard... Slayer(dominate/switch)... Spy... Traitor... Assassin(dominate/switch)... Mage... Priestess... Acolyte(sub)... Necromancer(dominate)... Princess(sub)... Witch... Servant(sub)(beg for it).... Stripper(sub/swtich)

Things I like:
Consensual Sex... Rape... Rough Sex... Anal... Cervix Penetration... Female Virgin... Hot Dogging... Tit Fucking... Doggy Style... Cum... Egg Laying... Pregnancy... Impregnation... Orgasm Denial(receiving)... Gang Rape... M/F/M... Double Penetration... Yaoi... Yaoi Rape... Tentacles(receiving)... Bestiality(horse, canine, snake, dragon, wild cats)... Cross Dressing(receiving)... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Nails(giving)... Biting(giving/receiving)... Oral(giving)...Deep Throating(receiving)... Hair Pulling(giving/receiving)... Breath Control(giving/receiving)... Fantasy Setting...~~~ Ask about any not mentioned ~~~

Rape and Torture Scenes:
Rape... Chains(giving/receiving)... Whips(giving/receiving)... Bondage(giving/receiving)... Humiliation... Violence(giving/receiving)... Sexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Nonsexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Abuse(giving/receiving)... Broken Bones(giving/receiving)... Shoulder/Arm/Wrist Injury(giving/receiving)... Rib Injury(giving/receiving)... Knee Injury(giving/receiving)... Jaw Injury(giving/receiving)... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Ask about anything not listed

FemDom: This is something I rarely am interested in.
Consensual Sex... Rape... Rough Sex... Anal... Cum... Orgasm Denial(giving)... M/F/M... Yaoi Rape... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Nails(giving)... Biting(giving)... Hair Pulling(giving)... Breath Control(giving)Chains(giving)... Whips(giving)... Bondage(giving)... Humiliation... Violence(giving)... Sexual Pain(giving)... Nonsexual Pain(giving)... Abuse(giving)... Broken Bones(giving)... Shoulder/Arm/Wrist Injury(giving)... Rib Injury(giving)... Knee Injury(giving)... Jaw Injury(giving)... Bloodplay(giving)... Burns (giving)... Ask about anything not listed

Incest that I like: Incest is okay with me, but I need a good plot to really get into it.
Brother/Brother Incest... Cousin/Cousin Incest... Brother/Sister Incest... Brother/Sister/Brother Incest... Father/daughter(convince me).
Incest that I dont like:
Mother/Son... Daughter/Father... Aunt/Nephew... Uncle/Neice...


* Various forums of asphyxia, air games, are at the top of my list... by hand, belt/rope/ect.... open to positional asphyxia.... waterboarding... being dunked/ held under water... drowning threats...

* Whipping is another... Any kind of whip from bull whip, to cat-o-nine tails, to a belt... Typically prefer to be put in the standing up posistion, arms tied above the head... can tolorate being tied face down. Typically prefer the whip used on the back though I know it can be effective on almost any part of the body...

* Knives are fun... blood play... anything from mild cuts to more deeper wounds... like the idea of them infected, eventaully being feverish and being delerious for a time before being healed.... not big on body parts being cut off... Do not want to play with needles...

* Guns are amusing to be fucked by the barrel... Same thing with the knife... fucked by the sheathed blade or the handle...

While mild piercings do not bother me... no nipples or clit/pussy piercings... having nails/needles driven through my body is disturbing.... Oddly I can tolorate implaed on a sword/knife...

While most knife play is very cool with me... having limbs removed really sucks (negoatable).... along with eating my own body parts afterward is enough to make me sick....

While I like the idea of cervix pentration... I would prefer to avoid my sex being completley torn in two and afterwards useless... its kinda hard to go from there

While I can tolorate some parts of my body being skinned, such as my back (fyi if we rp this please talk to me a head of time)... I prefer to keep nipples and breast in place... Also I dont like the idea of them being ripped from my body...

While I like my breast played with roughly.... I am honestly not a fan of any kind of nipple play although I do tolorate it because it is very popular and habit/fetish for most people....

I do not like scat or watersports... Although if they come up in mentioing once in a rp I wont flip out.... But please not a second time


Things That Will Take Persuasion or Great Plot for Me to be Willing
Modern Setting... Future Setting... Fistingâ?¦

Things I have no interest in:
Time Travel... Micro/Macroâ?¦ Inflation body partsâ?¦ Lactationâ?¦ Enemasâ?¦ Scat... Watersports... F/F... Rimmingâ?¦ Mind Controlâ?¦ Virgin Males... Slutty girls... Futaâ?¦ Furry/Anthroâ?¦ Fallen Angel of God/Devilâ?¦ Priest/Nunâ?¦ Church scenes... (College/High) School Girlâ?¦ Teacher/Student... Cheerleader/prep... School Scenesâ?¦ Cop/Prisonerâ?¦ Prison/Jail Scenesâ?¦ Maid... Nurse/Doctor... Hospital Scenes... Photographer/Model/Band/Super Star...

Rabit Hole



\/\/\/ REALLY CRAVING ALL THE PLOTS BELOW \/\/\/

 

[kimbra_ailis]

~Secrets Revealed~ (Seeking Dom Male)

(.... Craving someone to play this with me....)​

The sun on her skin made her more aware of her paleness. Standing in the window, wings spread for the first wind she had felt in almost eight monthsâ?¦ Blissâ?¦ It was the only way she could think to describe it. Slowly she folded her wings against her back. Closing her eyes she was at peace and relaxed for the first time since coming to Masterâ??s possession.
In the last half a year, things had been different in her life. And she had come a very long way with her relationship with him. It had not been easy. Often it had been painful . This last month had shown a real change. He did not yet trust her, or trust that she was sincere but that would come in time. There was almost no secret she kept from him. Her acceptance of him had made almost all the difference.
The wings, her wings, was the last secret. The last thing he really did not know about her. As time went on she was learning to trust him with her life and safety. And she did almost unquestioningly. With the knowledge of her wings, she still had her doubts. Not ready to risk he would take out his anger or her punishment on something as fragile as her wings. They were one the one thing that would not heal well again, one thing that could truly be taken from her.
Feeling the wind suddenly pick up, she stepped back to feel it rush against her whole body. It pulled at her hair, and rushed over her face. As the wind died down again, she heard a faint click behind her. Turning toward the door, she was surprised to find Master standing there. For a long moment all she could do was stand and stare. As he started across the room toward her, her wings disappeared into her back. Safely hiding them away without a trace.
Watching him come closer, she moved away from the window, moved toward the corner. Only later would she realize that if she had stepped out of the window she would have been free of him. Though even if she realized it, there was little chance she would have done so. By now she was becoming accustomed to him. Too much so to run.
Terror clearly on her face. She could not read the expression on Masterâ??s face, that was not a good sign. For a moment she wondered if he felt betrayed that she had not told him. The look on her face clearly said she had no plans to ever tell him. Or maybe he realized she was agreeing to stay. These last couple of weeks he had allowed her in the court yard. Now understanding how easy it would have been for her to escape. Pressing her back firmly against the wall she stopped moving, simply staring at him.
â??Mâ?¦. Mmmaâ?¦. Masterâ?¦.â? It was clear she did not know what to say. She could not apologize. At least apologize and mean it. She was not sorry she kept the secret. And she was not planning on ever letting him see them again. Without any real thought she already braced herself for the punishment that would come when he asked and she refused. â??Iâ?¦ Iâ?¦ did not expect you back for a few more hoursâ?¦â?

 

[kimbra_ailis]

~ Mage's Choice~ (Seeking Dom Male)

~ Cost of Immortality ~

Necromancer(switch) ^ King ~Cost of Immortality~ When she was 5 years the King's Magician came to her village and abducted her. Some how he had found out that she had some magickal skills and wished to take her on as an apprentice. She endured the next 10 years with him using her like she was little more than another tool. Abuse and beatings were common enough if she did not preform well or quickly enough. Around the time she turned 16 the King died, passing the throne onto his eldest son. The new king became obsessed with his own mortality. Knowing the old magician would die long before his apprentice, the new king demanded her training turn from basic magick to death magick. The first time she preformed the spell to give him longevity she had warned him it would come at a price. He did not realize that price until he watched her kill the old Magician as a human sacrifice. To keep the spell strong she must perform the spell every blue moon (about once every 18 months or so). Often choosing human sacrifices that wont be missed by many but that will cause him pain.

Necromancer(switch) ^ Necromancer ~ Cost of Immortality~ When she was 5 years the King's Magician came to her village and abducted her. Some how he had found out that she had some magickal skills and wished to take her on as an apprentice. She endured the next 10 years with him using her like she was little more than another tool. Abuse and beatings were common enough if she did not preform well or quickly enough. Around the time she turned 16 the King died, passing the throne onto his eldest son. The new king became obsessed with his own mortality. Knowing the old magician would die long before his apprentice, the new king demanded her training turn from basic magick to death magick. The first time she preformed the spell to give him longevity she had warned him it would come at a price. He did not realize that price until he watched her kill the old Magician as a human sacrifice. To keep the spell strong she must perform the spell every blue moon (about once every 18 months or so). Often choosing human sacrifices that wont be missed by many but that will cause him pain. The king recently has sent for a new magick user, one he hopes is stronger than her in magick. Someone who can finally get her under control, whether through physical violence or magick.

Necromancer(switch) ^ Mage ~ Cost of Immortality~ When she was 5 years the King's Magician came to her village and abducted her. Some how he had found out that she had some magickal skills and wished to take her on as an apprentice. She endured the next 10 years with him using her like she was little more than another tool. Abuse and beatings were common enough if she did not preform well or quickly enough. Around the time she turned 16 the King died, passing the throne onto his eldest son. The new king became obsessed with his own mortality. Knowing the old magician would die long before his apprentice, the new king demanded her training turn from basic magick to death magick. The first time she preformed the spell to give him longevity she had warned him it would come at a price. He did not realize that price until he watched her kill the old Magician as a human sacrifice. To keep the spell strong she must perform the spell every blue moon (about once every 18 months or so). Often choosing human sacrifices that wont be missed by many but that will cause him pain. The king recently has sent for a new magick user, one he hopes is stronger than her in magick. Someone who can finally get her under control,whether through physical violence or magick.

*I am looking for a dominate male, probably agressive, to play a mage or necromancer. (Pm me if you have another suggestion for your character).




Fetishes
Consensual Sex... Rape... Rough Sex... Anal... Cervix Penetration... Female Virgin... Hot Dogging... Tit Fucking... Doggy Style... Cum... Egg Laying... Pregnancy... Impregnation... Orgasm Denial(receiving)... Gang Rape... M/F/M... Double Penetration... Yaoi... Yaoi Rape... Brother/Brother Incest... Cousin/Cousin Incest... Brother/Sister Incest... Brother/Sister/Brother Incest... Necrophilia... Human/Her/Creature... Tentacles(receiving)... Bestiality(horse, canine, snake, dragon, wild cats)(receiving)... Cross Dressing(receiving)... Chains(giving/receiving)... Whips(giving/receiving)... Bondage(giving/receiving)... Torture(giving/receiving)... Humiliation... Violence(giving/receiving)... Sexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Nonsexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Abuse(giving/receiving)... Broken Bones(giving/receiving)... Shoulder/Arm/Wrist Injury(giving/receiving)... Rib Injury(giving/receiving)... Knee Injury(giving/receiving)... Jaw Injury(giving/receiving)... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Nails(giving)... Biting(giving/receiving)... Oral(giving)...Deep Throating(receiving)... Hair Pulling(giving/receiving)... Breath Control(giving/receiving)... Modern Setting... Fantasy Setting...~~~ Ask about any not mentioned ~~~




Dreama stood watching the sunrise out her window. She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders as she scowled slightly. If her powers could extend that far she would do away with sunrise. One minute it would be night the next it would be light. Sunset she would keep but this sun coming up slowly simply had to go.
A knock on the door behind her turned her attention but only made her growl softly. Her mood was not improving. Opening the door, a small wisp of a servant stood holding a note before her. Dreama barely met the girls eyes before the girl took off running down the hall. Slightly amused she wondered which rumor had instilled all that fear in the girl.
Of course looking at the note she now held in her hand, mostly likely he had warned the girl to deliver the note and run. Still not over her. Dreama mused silently to herself. She had not meant to wound him so deeply. Her temper could get the better of her at times and she had yet to find anything that could keep it in check. Or should she say he had yet to find anything that would keep her in check.
Closing the door she broke the seal on the note. Scanning over the note she noticed his carefully wording. He was being respectful but she could sense it was forced. His request for her presence had been much more respectfully worded. Setting the note down on the table she rummaged through her jewelery box. Finding a simply gold necklace and cross she watched the light twinkle on it for a moment before putting it on.
Dreama knew he would recognize it. It had belonged to a servant girl, apparently he had been fond of her for whatever reason. But the ritual needed a sacrifice, her temper had flared and she thought why not kill two birds with one stone. Nearly 18 months had passed only now was he showing true signs of moving on again.
It was quickly approaching the time for another. The blue moon would be here in a matter of weeks. It seemed strange how after 15 years most of the court knew her magick kept her and him alive, but still did not notice the missing servants or the time frames. It wasn't like they could do much anyway but the thought amused her.
And the cross, the cross would be a nice little reminder to him. His immortally did not come without a price and would not be if it was not for her. She would love the look on his face when he noticed it. It almost too bad he didn't have a new toy. Another 18 months of this would be interesting.
Grudgingly she dropped the blanket and began to get dressed. Since it was too damn early anyway she dressed like she didn't care. The navy blue skirt came down to just above her ankles. If it wasn't for all of the layers of silk and satin one might actually notice the slits that went all the way to the waist. The shirt was also navy and might have been see through if the color had been any lighter.
Pulling the brush through her brown hair she pulled it back with a white ribbon and moved toward the door. She checked her image as she crossed the mirror and smiled slightly seeing how well the small cross stood out against her pale skin. It will do well enough. Pulling up the door she slowly made her room to his entertainment room.
Pushing that door open without knocking she noticed he was already there along with one of his advisors, Bian. The man did not like her much but he had given up the argument years ago. Like the rest of the court he tolerated her when he had too and stayed the hell away from her the rest of the time. He nodded and mumbled a hello before hastily looking back to his book.
Dreama moved to a seat at the table. Even as she approached she noticed the gold had caught his attention and he was staring fixedly at it, till it clicked in place. She watched as he visibly paled and looked from the cross to her eyes. She didn't smile but was satisfied with the look on his face.
Whatever he might have done was cut short as Caelan knocked and slowly walked in. Smiling Caelan took a seat across from her. He was young and one of the few at court that did not fear her. Actually he had seemed to take an interest in her. After several months she was still deciding if she liked that or not. She caught him looking down slightly.
"Is that a new? I don't think I see you in much jewelery."
Smiling pleasantly at him it was all she could do not to her left for the kings reaction. " No it was a present, I have had it several months now. This is just the first time I have thought to wear it."
From the other end of the table Caelan chimed in. "Pardon me, Lady Valdis but I didn't think you were a very religious woman.... At least in the meaning of that cross."
"Oh I am not.... that rumor is not exaggerated... but it was a gift after all.... I think it is only fit to occasionally take it out and wear it."
He seemingly accepted her answer nodding his head slightly and returning to his book. One of the servants slipped up to the table offering her a glass and tea. Smiling kindly at the girl she thanked her before she moved off. For a moment Dreama's eyes followed her. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the king was too. She wondered if she had been mistaken, if maybe he had found another fling.
"Nice, girl."
She whispered softly, neither Caelan or Bian looked up. Only he had caught her meaning. More than likely both Caelan and Bian had heard the rumor she had an interest in the servant girls. The rumor wasn't true but it kept a good number of the court from trying to catch her eye. She noted the tension in him but did not jump on it. He always was squirmy when it came down to the death of an innocent. The rest of breakfast went by without anything remarkable. Standing to leave she heard someone clear there throat.
"Lady Valdis... I have someone I would like you to meet....." It was the king who finally got up the nerve to speak. Dreama nodded.
"I shall be in my room, you may send them there....." He nodded and she took it as permission to leave. As she headed back to her room she wondered if he was finally growing enough spine to pick the sacrifce himself instead of leaving it completely up to her.

 

[kimbra_ailis]

~ Living the Night Life~ (Seeking Dom Male)

~Prince's Request ~ (Seeking Dom Male)
(.... Craving someone to play this with me....)




(pm me about plot and details)


Prince's Request



Pushing the tent flap open, she hesitated noticing the two uniforms inside. About to back out, General gestured for her to come in. Internally she winced. Seeing the royal uniforms brought back a lot of memories, not all of them were good. The two soldiers turned to look at her and there was little choice but to step in side.
“Lady Ashlyd Devika?”
“Officer Ashlyd….” She corrected softly, finally walking further into the tent. No use in standing in the doorway like a scared child.
“Prince Numair has requested your presence at his castle…”
“Why?” Ashyld enjoyed the stupid look on the guards face. They probably were not use to the Prince’s orders being questioned.
“Officer Ashlyd!”General seemed less than pleased by her tormenting the guards. A faint smile came to her lips but she worked hard to make it disappear. “You are excused to pack your bags. Your unit will be under Jadryen’s command until your return. ”
Apparently that was the end of the conversation. Staring at the General another minute, she finally turned and walked out of the tent. She did not want to go back there. It had been four years since she left and rejoined the army. Trying to avoid anything that reminded her of him. They say time could heal all wounds, Ashlyd did not believe that. And if rumors were true, Prince Numair did not either.

The three day ride gave her more than enough time to think on things she never wanted to think about again. Ashlyd left the castle five years ago she had told herself she was never going back there. Yet here she was, summoned to the place that held so many good memories and some of the worse memories. The guards were silent most of the trip, letting her be in her own thoughts. Ashlyd was as nervous now as she was the first time her lover took her there to introduce her to his brothers, the princes.
Nevin, the eldest of the four brothers was already married a year by the time she arrived for that first visit. He was a good man, fair and just. A true born ruler. His wife, Alyssa, was a beautiful woman. Numair, the second eldest met his future wife not long after their first meeting. It was love at first sight and plans were quickly made to be wed. His bride-to-be, Jael, a sweet shy princess from a neighboring land. Morven, third eldest and the warrior of the family. It was on the battle field that she first met him and later fell in love. Mellic was the youngest brother. Like the eldest, he was a diplomat but more than that he was a scholar. Well educated on law and history.
Four brothers, four loves of their lives, and the only two survived were Numair and her. The first deaths Mellic was murdered, along with his new fiancé, in a ambush on the way to the castle. Alyssa and Jael were both assassinated less than three days later at the summer castle, Numair had been injured but survived. Nevin and his entourage were attacked on their way to the summer castle to check on his brother. He survived the immediate attack but later died of his wounds. Morven insisted on leading a unit against the enemy. The information all pointed to this was the right time. Too bad the information was bad. He was less than twenty feet from her when she watched fall. All of her efforts to get to him in time were in vain.
The escorts that had been with them, helped carry his body from the field and drag her back to the castle. She wanted to stay and seek revenge for his death but she was no match against the guards. They had been given orders if anything was to happen to him, she was to be taken to safety. With their prince dead, they refused to fail him his last wish. So she had returned to the castle with her lovers body.
Sheering her hair short in grief, the pain of the loss was worse than any wound she had ever received. There had been a lot of death in her life. Ashlyd had joined the army four years before meeting Morven. A lot of companions and friends, a few lovers, had fallen in that time. But none of those deaths came close to the impact that Morven’s death had. Within a fortnight of the funeral, she had gone in front of Numair and requested permission to rejoin a unit of the army. He had offered her a place at court, give her a title and land. It said it was the least he could do for his brother’s lover. Ashlyd had turned it down. She was not a Lady of the court, she could not survive in these walls. Besides as time went on, someone was bound to think it was time for “Prince Morven’s sleeper” to go back to her place and her response to that was not going to be good.

It was almost a year before she could go to bed without crying herself to sleep. A year before the grief eased enough that she could start to become herself again. In that time, the General did his best not to baby her but also find a balance to occupy her and force her to move on with her life. As time went on she found herself letting the grief go, exercise and constant movement helped. Work herself in exhaustion so she could not cry at night. And as bad as the loss of Morven had been on her, she could understand if some of the rumors about Prince Numair were true.
Ashlyd did not know how he had moved on with so much close death. The man had not only lost three brother but their mates as well. With his fiancé dead and no child. He was the last heir of the family. And she had left him too. Unable to stay in the castle and look at him. He looked so much like her dead love it would have been unbearable.
As she walked the stone walls she considered maybe he had not moved on. There were stories of violent behavior and strange outburst. Of course that might not be new. Morven had more than his share of violent outburst. He had also told her that no matter how gentle and kind his other brothers were, they had the same blood running through their veins. Taking a deep breath she said a silent prayer that she would quickly be returning to her unit.
“Lady Ashlyd Devika is here to see you Sire….”
“Officer Ashlyd Devika…” Calmly she corrected. Wondering how many times she would make that correction before she got tired and just let it slide.

 

[kimbra_ailis]

~ Slayers Revenge ~ (Seeking Dom Male)

~ Centaurian Master ~ (Seeking Dom Male)
(please pm me about plot and direction)

Centaurian Master



Amazon ^ Centaur(dom) ~Centaurian Master~ She is captured during/after battle (a centaur with the army claims her as his spoil of war) or (she is sold into slavery and bought by a centaur) (Maybe at some point she is raped by male slaves as a show for the soldiers entertainment).


Warrior ^ Centaur(dom) ~Centaurian Master~ After battle she is captured.(The battle is with centaurs) or (a centaur travels with the army) The centaur claims her as part of his spoils of war.




The way the ropes twisted and forced her body there was little struggle she could give without doing serious damage to herself. Even the smallest movements caused pain and loss of breath. She had been vaguely aware of someone moving between her spread knees. Closing her eyes she had gave half attempt to close her legs. All that caused was vision to see black spots.
Several minutes later she became aware that some how she was not being raped yet. That no hands seemed to be touching her and all the voices seemed to be so far away. Slowly opening her eyes she tried to focus on something other than the ground in front of her. Directly in front of her she noticed the horse hooves. A moment latter she remembered that she had been drug inside of a tent. There should not have been a horse inside of a tent. The other option of what stood before her made her sick. Centuar.
.... fucking animal......
Somehow she managed not to say the thought out loud. She suppressed the words if for no other reason she was in no position to back them up. There had been a rumor before the battle that centaurs had been seen in the enemy camp but they should have been the first target of the archers. Too dangerous to let them live and fight long in the battles. Very few amazons would even consider taking the horsemen captive as slaves. Though they would make a great prize taming the beast took more than most amazons could handle.
Anikke tried once to look further up than just hoof. But the angle was wrong, short of breaking her neck she couldn't see his face. Her hands silently closed into a fist. She sent a silent prayer to the war gods that he was simply her current guard. In her mind being whored out to the rest of the camp would be a better alternative than letting a centuar touch her. Growling softly because that was the nicest response she could think to give in her current situation.

 

[kimbra_ailis]

~ Erotic Dance~

Stripper(dom/switch) ^ Customer(dom) ~ Erotic Dance~ Head strong, he is forced to strip every night and sometimes turn tricks. If the john is not dominate enough to keep him in place he tends to be violent and rough, amking sure the man regrets choosing him. ~consensual sex, rape, rough sex, cum, doggy style, anal, yaoi, yaoi rape, chains(r), abuse(r), broken bones(g/r), shoulder/arm/wrist injury(g/r), rib injury(g/r), knee injury(r), jaw injury(g/r), violence(g/r), pain(g/r), nails(g), biting(g/r), hair pulling(g/r), air games(g/r), modern setting~

Stripper(dom/switch) ^ Master(dom) ~Erotic Dance~ Head strong, he is forced to strip every night and sometimes turn tricks. If the john is not dominate enough to keep him in place he tends to be violent and rough, amking sure the man regrets choosing him. ~consensual sex, rape, rough sex, cum, doggy style, anal, yaoi, yaoi rape, chains(r), abuse(r), broken bones(g/r), shoulder/arm/wrist injury(g/r), rib injury(g/r), knee injury(r), jaw injury(g/r), violence(g/r), pain(g/r), nails(g), biting(g/r), hair pulling(g/r), air games(g/r), modern setting~


Fetishes
Consensual Sex... Rape... Rough Sex... Anal... Cervix Penetration... Female Virgin... Hot Dogging... Tit Fucking... Doggy Style... Cum... Egg Laying... Pregnancy... Impregnation... Orgasm Denial(receiving)... Gang Rape... M/F/M... Double Penetration... Yaoi... Yaoi Rape... Brother/Brother Incest... Cousin/Cousin Incest... Brother/Sister Incest... Brother/Sister/Brother Incest... Necrophilia... Human/Her/Creature... Tentacles(receiving)... Bestiality(horse, canine, snake, dragon, wild cats)(receiving)... Cross Dressing(receiving)... Chains(giving/receiving)... Whips(giving/receiving)... Bondage(giving/receiving)... Torture(giving/receiving)... Humiliation... Violence(giving/receiving)... Sexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Nonsexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Abuse(giving/receiving)... Broken Bones(giving/receiving)... Shoulder/Arm/Wrist Injury(giving/receiving)... Rib Injury(giving/receiving)... Knee Injury(giving/receiving)... Jaw Injury(giving/receiving)... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Nails(giving)... Biting(giving/receiving)... Oral(giving)...Deep Throating(receiving)... Hair Pulling(giving/receiving)... Breath Control(giving/receiving)... Modern Setting... Fantasy Setting...~~~ Ask about any not mentioned ~~~


Name: Tristan
Age: 18
Position: Seme
Appearance:

Height: 5'8”
Weight: 150
Hair: Currently dyed orange, shoulder length.
Eye: gray
Markings: A series of scars on his rib cage similar to tiger stripes. They were a gift from his last pimp.
Job: Dancer
Other: Tristan spent nearly four years on the street surviving however he could. The last year spent in the company of a man with a creative streak. When he gave him away to Snake's club. His parting gift to Tristan was the scars on his rib cage. He is still fairly new to the club scene he keeps a low profile when he can.
Being on the streets taught him how to be strong and dominate. Being owned taught him how to submit after enough pain and punishment was applied. Since he is older then most of the boys he preforms on stage less often in a night. If someone did not have to keep a constant whip on his back he might have been a waiter. The attention he seems to draw is more from sadist looking for a pain slut than the average pervert looking for a good time



Tristan sat quietly in a chair not far from the stage. At least for the moment. Most of the night would be passed with him moving from area to area trying to avoid coming to anyones attention. Actually he was attempting to avoid Snake. The fact that in the last hour he had been able to do so was only an illusion. He was well aware of that. Any appearance of control that he maintained was because the other man allowed him to.
This was only the second month since he had been discarded here. He had seen all the other boys. Knew some of there stories. Thus far he had avoided having many of his own. Somehow he had avoided much alone time with his new pimp.... or was it master now? Not that it really mattered either way.
Tristan knew it was only a matter of time before his curiosity would get the best of him and he would have to see if this man had what it took to keep him under control or if he could win his freedom. So far he had not tested any limits, had not pushed any issue. Obeying without a fight had been difficult but he had kept himself in check. Another time... he kept promising himself.
It would be another hour before he took the stage. Most of the guest here tonight were more interested in the younger boys. Which was more then okay with him, but it meant that his act was usually later on when the drunks were too wasted to notice. Till then he kept himself occupied moving about the room. When there were more drunks to his front than he could count he liked to keep a solid wall at his back His gray eyes constantly scanned the crowd.

 

[clonewar]

I have an idea for viking possessed by demon coming to modern age

what do you think pm me

 

[eric]

I'll be your master.

 

[kimbra_ailis]

~ Tasmanine Devil~ New Plot

~ Tasmanine Devil~ New Plot


I am in the mood for pirates...... I am kinda thinking Australia but I am open to other....

The kind of plot I have in mind involves a young woman who is recently married (within a month or two). Her young groom is an officer aboard a transport ship. He is young, barely a year out of the academy. After their wedding, they had a few days together before his ship sailed. She choose to go aboard with him. They have been out at sea ever since.

She is young, naive, full of spirit and wanting to learn. Unable to refuse her request he teaches her things he learned in the academy. Everything from stars and knots, to sailing and sword fighting. Its not that she plans to ever use any of it but it keeps the boredom away.

Late afternoon, they are in bed together when the ship is suddenly violetnely rocked by canon fire. She is told to hide and he runs out of the cabin. She hides beneath the cot and behind a large chest. After a while the noise dies down and she keeps waiting for her husband to come back, the man that ends up walking through the door is not her husband but a pirate captian.

He quickly finds her and drags her out. The ship is starting to sink. She goes along without a fight, knowing fighting is useless. But she informs him that she expects him to keep his hands to himself and she expects to be dropped at the nearest civillized port. He probably humors her for the time being.


I was kind of thinking that once they arrive at his cabin he explains what he expects from her. Informs her she has just become his property (like a piece of furniture). Probably also informs her of her husbands death, maybe shows her his sword as proof. (I would kinda like to leave the husbands death open, maybe he falls off the boat, maybe he jumps when he realizes he is cornered and cant win. Might be fun for them to meet a year or two down the road.) Of course she grieves the news, finding out she is now a widow. Maybe he does not rape her that first night?


I would kinda like that over time he corrupts her, molds her into something more useful for him. Using her interst in learning to teach her things he wants to to know and use. The rape and sex is probably rough, she is his toy after all. I am open to almost anything as far as how else he uses and abuses her.