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- Joined
- Oct 24, 2023
Character(s):
1. Caralina "Cara" Elise, 39, a formidable force in covert operations, hails from a lineage steeped in military tradition, instilling in her a disciplined and dutiful upbringing. Her striking presence, with piercing green eyes, auburn hair, and a toned, battle-scarred physique, reflects her countless battles. Cara excels in marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat, tactical strategy, and holds the mantle of leadership among her team members.
After a career spanning elite military units and intelligence agencies, she transitioned into a life as a freelance mercenary, assembling a team of specialists with the mission to dismantle powerful criminal organizations and deliver justice to the defenseless. Armed with a custom sniper rifle, dual-bladed combat knives, and an arsenal of cutting-edge gadgets, Cara's stoic demeanor occasionally yields to her dry sense of humor. While deeply loyal to her mission, her past burdens her with an unwavering determination to succeed.
Apart from that, sheâs a perverted nymphomaniac in every way imaginable, you would never see a time when sheâs free and not get dicked down by some stranger or two, or sometimes more.
Refs - https://voyeurflash.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/VoyeurFlash.com-Daria-Shy-nude-88.jpg
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2. Lacey Anderson, 33, a former intelligence operative known by her codename "Raven," is a figure shrouded in mystery with a shadowy past. Orphaned at a young age, she was raised in the world of espionage and covert operations, a life that has made her remarkably resourceful and adaptable. With her striking presence, featuring midnight-black hair, steel-gray eyes, and an athletic build, she's a master of blending into various environments, often adopting different disguises.
Her skills range from infiltration and espionage to top-tier hacking, close-quarters combat proficiency, and multilingual communication. Transitioning from her role in a government agency to a life as a freelance operative, Lacey is motivated by a quest for answers about her enigmatic past, coupled with a shared desire to bring justice to the world alongside her team. Armed with a silenced pistol and an arsenal of hacking tools, she possesses an unwavering loyalty to her team, her enigmatic personality adding an element of intrigue and depth to the group dynamic.
Being a former associate of Cara, sheâs worked with her on a few different missions, whether itâs catching a specific target in a highly fortified fort, or taking down an entire battalion of rogue operatives, or participating in an after-party where their holes are used by countless men for countless hours, sheâs done and endured it all.
Refs - https://fapello.com/content/s/c/scarlett-rose-leithold-1/1000/scarlett-rose-leithold-1_0036.jpg
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3. Harold "Tech" Thompson, 46, an unassuming but indispensable member of the team, brings a wealth of technical expertise to their covert operations. In his middle-aged, disheveled appearance, Tech defies stereotypes, armed with a razor-sharp intellect and an innate connection to technology. His mastery of hacking, intelligence analysis, and on-the-fly tech support make him the linchpin of their missions, seamlessly navigating the digital landscape.
Before joining the team, Tech had a successful career in cybersecurity and counter-terrorism, sharing a deep-rooted friendship with both Lacey and Caroline, forged through years of collaboration and facing danger side by side. Equipped with customized hacking tools and devices, he provides the team with a crucial technological edge, all while delivering dry humor and unwavering loyalty to his close-knit comrades, making him a beloved, unconventional âdaddyâ figure in their story.
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Possible Starter -
The dilapidated warehouse stood at the edge of an industrial district, hidden beneath the cover of darkness. It had once been a hub of industry, but now, broken windows and rusted steel beams bore witness to years of neglect. Rain poured down in a relentless curtain, a constant drumbeat against the building's decaying exterior. Inside, water dripped rhythmically from a leaky roof.
The warehouse was a mess of forgotten dreams and industrial machinery. The perfect place for a secret meeting. Cara's reputation preceded her, and those who sought purpose, adventure, and redemption knew this was where they'd find her. And even through the roar of the storm outside, one could listen to the pretty loud moans coming from somewhere.
It was none other than Cara's voice, who was apparently bent over the meeting table, and with just a small headlight hanging over them, the man behind her was hardly recognisable. But it was pretty obvious for anyone coming through the entrance of what was actually going on. âHow long, Tech?â Cara turned a bit and then looked at the man behind her, and with a small exchange of smirks, they continued for a moment. The creaking sounds of the rusted table filled the room. As she was bathed in a muted pool of dim light, her auburn hair cascading over a tactical vest. Her eyes, that unmistakable shade of green, scanned the shadowy corners.
Moments later, from the darkness emerged a motley crew of potential recruits. Former special forces soldiers, renegade hackers, skilled assassins â all with their unique backgrounds and troubled histories. They assembled before her, battle-hardened and weary, yet eager for a new beginning. Each having their unique styles and talents, and that explained their rather unique attires. Seeing that, the man behind Cara soon finished up, hurriedly dumping his load into Caraâs rear, before stepping back to pick up his jeans and fix himself for the upcoming meeting.
With a nod, Cara stepped into the light, her presence commanding attention. "Welcome, all, pardon me for the inappropriate display, gentlemen, but you should expect, things generally work like that around hereâŚ" she began, her voice low and steady, carrying the weight of the battles she'd fought.
Soon, she saw her two partners, Harold and Lacey walk upto the table from behind, "I've called you here because I believe in second chances. This is a mission that will test us all, but together, we can bring down the darkness that plagues this world. You're not just soldiers; you're the keys to redemption."
The recruits exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the gravity of the task ahead. The rain outside intensified, a storm brewing both inside and out.
"The name's Cara," she continued, her eyes locking onto each of them in turn. As they slowly introduced themselves one after the other. âSo, whatâs the job? And I hope we're getting paid well, right?â One of the guys from the group spoke up. To which Cara smiled. Pulling out a small blueprint of the plan and the mission goal that she was given by one of her sources.
â12 Plutonium Spheres, thatâs what we are going after. Apparently some nuclear scientists decided to sell these for millions of dollars. The seller and the buyer will be meeting soon at this spot, right here.â She points to a spot in the small map she had beside the main blueprint. âOfcourse, nothing out of the ordinary, a fortified, isolated building, with an army protecting the targets. Nothing we havenât done in the past, right?â
She smirked and then started to explain the ins-and-outs of the building, and waited on the others to come up with their ideas. Lacey was looking carefully at the plans as she saw no problem in Caraâs execution, things were flawless on paper, but again, when in the field, nothing ever goes as planned. Then she looked at Samay, the new guy, the supposedly nuclear scientist on her team, and with a raised eyebrow, she asked. âHey, new guy, heard you were the expert at this, some kind of genius or somethingâŚ?â
She sighs, taking a soft break before continuing, âAs far as my information goes, by the time we reach the location, these spheres would be weaponized and be remotely handled by a detonator. Think of it as a safety measure, if those spheres ever get stolen from them. So, the teamâs job is to secure the building, and hold off the reinforcements till you manage to de-weaponize these spheres, or better yet, neutralize the plutonium core inside. So, how much time would that take?â She says, and then slowly leans over the table, her low tank top making her cleavage shine from the sweat under the small hanging lamp, her bust could be easily seen by them. And she didnât have a problem with that at all.
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Hey there, if youâve had the patience to read till here, I really appreciate it, I know I went a little overboard with things, but hey, a good story does require proper setups. Thatâs non-negotiable. So, if youâve read this so far, you can already guess what this story is about. But let me summarize it.
The story follows the enigmatic leader Caralina "Cara" Elise, her close friend and master hacker Harold "Tech" Thompson, and the mysterious former intelligence operative Lacey Anderson. Together, they form an unorthodox yet highly effective team of mercenaries. Cara, known for her impeccable combat skills and tactical brilliance, leads the group on a mission to dismantle powerful criminal organizations and bring justice to the defenseless. Accompanied by Tech's digital expertise and Lacey's talents in espionage, infiltration, and close-quarters combat, they embark on a high-stakes adventure. But again, all work and no play makes a group dull, so we will be adding out naughty bits to the story, so if you see someone making out in the middle of a warfare, donât be too surprised, I mean theyâre stuck, what better way to wait for reinforcements and de-stress themselves.
So, Iâll be blunt, if you decide to respond to this, please be literate and detailed, and put in the adequate amount of effort to phrase your response, I wouldnât accept any responses which don't really show the efforts that I deserve. I donât think it needs to be told, but I do require an experienced GM for this. I shall put my share of GM-ing too if and when required. So, please, GM/DMs preferred. Put at least two character bio in your response, itâll be helpful for the sake of the plot as well as the overall response. It shows that youâve put in some effort.
As form my kinks and limits, here it is.
Kinks: freeuse, ugly bastards, clothed sex, anal, doggystyle, reverse cowgirl, proneboned, outdoor/public, risky sex, beastility, size/age differences, contrast difference, stag/vixen dynamics, polygamy, big/hyper sizes, pimped out, fisting, DAP/DP/TP, cuckold, cheating, bisexual, prostitution, exhibitionism, incest, agegaps voyeurism, dry humping, hotdogging, lesbian, creampies, cumplay, cumflation, blowjobs/deepthroats, quickies, groups/gangbangs/orgies, toys, etc.
Limits: romance, humiliation/degradation, rape/non-con/dub-con, toilet stuffs, gore or vore.
1. Caralina "Cara" Elise, 39, a formidable force in covert operations, hails from a lineage steeped in military tradition, instilling in her a disciplined and dutiful upbringing. Her striking presence, with piercing green eyes, auburn hair, and a toned, battle-scarred physique, reflects her countless battles. Cara excels in marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat, tactical strategy, and holds the mantle of leadership among her team members.
After a career spanning elite military units and intelligence agencies, she transitioned into a life as a freelance mercenary, assembling a team of specialists with the mission to dismantle powerful criminal organizations and deliver justice to the defenseless. Armed with a custom sniper rifle, dual-bladed combat knives, and an arsenal of cutting-edge gadgets, Cara's stoic demeanor occasionally yields to her dry sense of humor. While deeply loyal to her mission, her past burdens her with an unwavering determination to succeed.
Apart from that, sheâs a perverted nymphomaniac in every way imaginable, you would never see a time when sheâs free and not get dicked down by some stranger or two, or sometimes more.
Refs - https://voyeurflash.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/VoyeurFlash.com-Daria-Shy-nude-88.jpg
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2. Lacey Anderson, 33, a former intelligence operative known by her codename "Raven," is a figure shrouded in mystery with a shadowy past. Orphaned at a young age, she was raised in the world of espionage and covert operations, a life that has made her remarkably resourceful and adaptable. With her striking presence, featuring midnight-black hair, steel-gray eyes, and an athletic build, she's a master of blending into various environments, often adopting different disguises.
Her skills range from infiltration and espionage to top-tier hacking, close-quarters combat proficiency, and multilingual communication. Transitioning from her role in a government agency to a life as a freelance operative, Lacey is motivated by a quest for answers about her enigmatic past, coupled with a shared desire to bring justice to the world alongside her team. Armed with a silenced pistol and an arsenal of hacking tools, she possesses an unwavering loyalty to her team, her enigmatic personality adding an element of intrigue and depth to the group dynamic.
Being a former associate of Cara, sheâs worked with her on a few different missions, whether itâs catching a specific target in a highly fortified fort, or taking down an entire battalion of rogue operatives, or participating in an after-party where their holes are used by countless men for countless hours, sheâs done and endured it all.
Refs - https://fapello.com/content/s/c/scarlett-rose-leithold-1/1000/scarlett-rose-leithold-1_0036.jpg
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3. Harold "Tech" Thompson, 46, an unassuming but indispensable member of the team, brings a wealth of technical expertise to their covert operations. In his middle-aged, disheveled appearance, Tech defies stereotypes, armed with a razor-sharp intellect and an innate connection to technology. His mastery of hacking, intelligence analysis, and on-the-fly tech support make him the linchpin of their missions, seamlessly navigating the digital landscape.
Before joining the team, Tech had a successful career in cybersecurity and counter-terrorism, sharing a deep-rooted friendship with both Lacey and Caroline, forged through years of collaboration and facing danger side by side. Equipped with customized hacking tools and devices, he provides the team with a crucial technological edge, all while delivering dry humor and unwavering loyalty to his close-knit comrades, making him a beloved, unconventional âdaddyâ figure in their story.
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Possible Starter -
The dilapidated warehouse stood at the edge of an industrial district, hidden beneath the cover of darkness. It had once been a hub of industry, but now, broken windows and rusted steel beams bore witness to years of neglect. Rain poured down in a relentless curtain, a constant drumbeat against the building's decaying exterior. Inside, water dripped rhythmically from a leaky roof.
The warehouse was a mess of forgotten dreams and industrial machinery. The perfect place for a secret meeting. Cara's reputation preceded her, and those who sought purpose, adventure, and redemption knew this was where they'd find her. And even through the roar of the storm outside, one could listen to the pretty loud moans coming from somewhere.
It was none other than Cara's voice, who was apparently bent over the meeting table, and with just a small headlight hanging over them, the man behind her was hardly recognisable. But it was pretty obvious for anyone coming through the entrance of what was actually going on. âHow long, Tech?â Cara turned a bit and then looked at the man behind her, and with a small exchange of smirks, they continued for a moment. The creaking sounds of the rusted table filled the room. As she was bathed in a muted pool of dim light, her auburn hair cascading over a tactical vest. Her eyes, that unmistakable shade of green, scanned the shadowy corners.
Moments later, from the darkness emerged a motley crew of potential recruits. Former special forces soldiers, renegade hackers, skilled assassins â all with their unique backgrounds and troubled histories. They assembled before her, battle-hardened and weary, yet eager for a new beginning. Each having their unique styles and talents, and that explained their rather unique attires. Seeing that, the man behind Cara soon finished up, hurriedly dumping his load into Caraâs rear, before stepping back to pick up his jeans and fix himself for the upcoming meeting.
With a nod, Cara stepped into the light, her presence commanding attention. "Welcome, all, pardon me for the inappropriate display, gentlemen, but you should expect, things generally work like that around hereâŚ" she began, her voice low and steady, carrying the weight of the battles she'd fought.
Soon, she saw her two partners, Harold and Lacey walk upto the table from behind, "I've called you here because I believe in second chances. This is a mission that will test us all, but together, we can bring down the darkness that plagues this world. You're not just soldiers; you're the keys to redemption."
The recruits exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the gravity of the task ahead. The rain outside intensified, a storm brewing both inside and out.
"The name's Cara," she continued, her eyes locking onto each of them in turn. As they slowly introduced themselves one after the other. âSo, whatâs the job? And I hope we're getting paid well, right?â One of the guys from the group spoke up. To which Cara smiled. Pulling out a small blueprint of the plan and the mission goal that she was given by one of her sources.
â12 Plutonium Spheres, thatâs what we are going after. Apparently some nuclear scientists decided to sell these for millions of dollars. The seller and the buyer will be meeting soon at this spot, right here.â She points to a spot in the small map she had beside the main blueprint. âOfcourse, nothing out of the ordinary, a fortified, isolated building, with an army protecting the targets. Nothing we havenât done in the past, right?â
She smirked and then started to explain the ins-and-outs of the building, and waited on the others to come up with their ideas. Lacey was looking carefully at the plans as she saw no problem in Caraâs execution, things were flawless on paper, but again, when in the field, nothing ever goes as planned. Then she looked at Samay, the new guy, the supposedly nuclear scientist on her team, and with a raised eyebrow, she asked. âHey, new guy, heard you were the expert at this, some kind of genius or somethingâŚ?â
She sighs, taking a soft break before continuing, âAs far as my information goes, by the time we reach the location, these spheres would be weaponized and be remotely handled by a detonator. Think of it as a safety measure, if those spheres ever get stolen from them. So, the teamâs job is to secure the building, and hold off the reinforcements till you manage to de-weaponize these spheres, or better yet, neutralize the plutonium core inside. So, how much time would that take?â She says, and then slowly leans over the table, her low tank top making her cleavage shine from the sweat under the small hanging lamp, her bust could be easily seen by them. And she didnât have a problem with that at all.
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Hey there, if youâve had the patience to read till here, I really appreciate it, I know I went a little overboard with things, but hey, a good story does require proper setups. Thatâs non-negotiable. So, if youâve read this so far, you can already guess what this story is about. But let me summarize it.
The story follows the enigmatic leader Caralina "Cara" Elise, her close friend and master hacker Harold "Tech" Thompson, and the mysterious former intelligence operative Lacey Anderson. Together, they form an unorthodox yet highly effective team of mercenaries. Cara, known for her impeccable combat skills and tactical brilliance, leads the group on a mission to dismantle powerful criminal organizations and bring justice to the defenseless. Accompanied by Tech's digital expertise and Lacey's talents in espionage, infiltration, and close-quarters combat, they embark on a high-stakes adventure. But again, all work and no play makes a group dull, so we will be adding out naughty bits to the story, so if you see someone making out in the middle of a warfare, donât be too surprised, I mean theyâre stuck, what better way to wait for reinforcements and de-stress themselves.
So, Iâll be blunt, if you decide to respond to this, please be literate and detailed, and put in the adequate amount of effort to phrase your response, I wouldnât accept any responses which don't really show the efforts that I deserve. I donât think it needs to be told, but I do require an experienced GM for this. I shall put my share of GM-ing too if and when required. So, please, GM/DMs preferred. Put at least two character bio in your response, itâll be helpful for the sake of the plot as well as the overall response. It shows that youâve put in some effort.
As form my kinks and limits, here it is.
Kinks: freeuse, ugly bastards, clothed sex, anal, doggystyle, reverse cowgirl, proneboned, outdoor/public, risky sex, beastility, size/age differences, contrast difference, stag/vixen dynamics, polygamy, big/hyper sizes, pimped out, fisting, DAP/DP/TP, cuckold, cheating, bisexual, prostitution, exhibitionism, incest, agegaps voyeurism, dry humping, hotdogging, lesbian, creampies, cumplay, cumflation, blowjobs/deepthroats, quickies, groups/gangbangs/orgies, toys, etc.
Limits: romance, humiliation/degradation, rape/non-con/dub-con, toilet stuffs, gore or vore.