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DumbstruckERP
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- Apr 13, 2025
Prompt
Nima sat on her display pillow as was expected of her. She had a vacant look in her eye as she watched the market goers pass her and the other 'merchandise' by. She changed her position to lean against her other arm, stretching it out behind her. With her movement, a soft clinking sounded as the thin gold chainlet that connected the studded piercings on both of her nipples moved with her. She was exposed, at least her torso. Showing off the toned stomach, the supple curve of her breasts and her delicate neckline. Beauty. That was the only word that described the half-elf. Across her face hung a thin veil in a beautifully see-through silk of the lightest blue. The same fabric that encased her slender and shapely legs. She shook her long blond braid into position, hanging down over one of her shoulders. How had she ended up here… It had all gone to shit.
Nima had been on a routine patrol with her party on one of the safer routes of the wilderness. Just keeping the lesser monstrous beasts away from civilization, an easy job and with no real danger. How wrong they had been that day. They had stopped at a brook to refill their water, stretch their legs, and make sure that they were on the right path. Routine. They had become lax. It all came crashing down when Nima heard a scream. Turing around, she’d seen Oberon take an arrow through the throat as a band of goblins had ambushed them. They were never that coordinated, but they had been that time. Nima ran for the horses to grab her bow, and just as she touched the case were it rested - she’d had the wind knocked out of her.
The world had spun in a whirl. It took more than a few moments for her to realize that she was tumbling down the hill next to the horses. The thud of her hitting the ground at the bottom had brought her back with a sharp reminder. That was when she realized there was an orc on top of her. She’d struck at the massive beast, but it was easily three times her weight. As she grabbed for her knife, it had backhanded her across the face, and her world had gone black.
As she awoke, her head was ringing and her vision was swimming. The orc was in the process of ripping her clothes open and had gotten too far. She was exposed from her midriff down to her thighs, her clothing in tatters. “No… No…”, she had said hoarsely as the orc freed himself from his clothes. Her words had fallen on deaf ears. She’d shuddered as the mass of the orc had flopped out onto her exposed stomach, covering all the way up over her belly button. ‘That can’t fit… This won’t happen…’, was what her thoughts were saying as the orc gripped himself and adjusted himself, leaving a wet trail along her stomach as it went. That’s when she felt the pressure of the large mushroom-shaped head press against her entrance. “No! NO!”, Nima had screamed again and again as she felt the pressure build. Then, with a searing pain the head pushed through and into her. She’d screamed as her eyes watered. She felt a rush of warmth inside of her as the orc’s head released a jet of fluid into her. ‘Is that it… Maybe he’s done…’, Nima had thought naively. What did happen was that the searing pain softened and became a searing warmth. The warmth spread through her loins and up into the pit of her stomach. She felt herself relax from the waist down. Her clenching muscles felt hot and yearning instead of painful. She felt shame as her body readjusted to the chemical load of the orc’s seed.
What happened next was half an hour of shame and pleasure. Eventually, the climax came. The orc had been thrusting into her for some time. Warmth had spread throughout her body as the orc deposited more small eruptions into her. Her nipples were on fire as the linen fabric rubbed against them with each thrust. Her pussy shot signals up through her stomach that this was just what she needed and when she clenched her ass she could feel a signal of pleasure shot straight up her spine that made her shudder with need. The orc came in a torrent. She’d never felt something like it, she’d never felt that full. She felt his seed spill down her backside as it shot out around his shaft. As he withdrew she felt more shame, she wished that she could be filled with him still. But the orc was finished with her. She had lost consciousness.
When Nima woke. She’d been found and taken, put in chains, and sold on to a pleasure house. It had taken a week for her mind to return to her. The chemical load of the orc’s orgasm made her lustful and yearning. Her body had become permanently more sensitive, she couldn’t clench her ass without a signal shooting up her spine and memories coming back to that orc. Clothing covering her chest made her wet as it rubbed against her sensitive nipples. And now… she was for sale.
Roleplaying & expectations
Nima is for sale and needs and owner!
Even if MC will want to do all the things in my F-list she dosen't want EVERYONE to know that she wants that, and that's where I think the plot device will come into play. Oh, and also please have a decently handsome/attractive character, but they don't have to be an alpha male.. nerds are fine as well. Futa, male and female are all welome.
I like everyone who is communicative in their writing and friendly OOC. I promise to response as soon as possible - but that usually means within three days since I've got a demanding job and a real life that takes a lot of effort. Sometimes it's fast and within an hour sometimes it takes longer. If it's been a week, check so that I'm still alive!
English isn't my native langue either so... There will be some spelling mistakes, bear with me.
F-list
Let's discuss further in PM's and figure out how our two characters meet!
Best wishes,
Dumbstruck
Nima sat on her display pillow as was expected of her. She had a vacant look in her eye as she watched the market goers pass her and the other 'merchandise' by. She changed her position to lean against her other arm, stretching it out behind her. With her movement, a soft clinking sounded as the thin gold chainlet that connected the studded piercings on both of her nipples moved with her. She was exposed, at least her torso. Showing off the toned stomach, the supple curve of her breasts and her delicate neckline. Beauty. That was the only word that described the half-elf. Across her face hung a thin veil in a beautifully see-through silk of the lightest blue. The same fabric that encased her slender and shapely legs. She shook her long blond braid into position, hanging down over one of her shoulders. How had she ended up here… It had all gone to shit.
Nima had been on a routine patrol with her party on one of the safer routes of the wilderness. Just keeping the lesser monstrous beasts away from civilization, an easy job and with no real danger. How wrong they had been that day. They had stopped at a brook to refill their water, stretch their legs, and make sure that they were on the right path. Routine. They had become lax. It all came crashing down when Nima heard a scream. Turing around, she’d seen Oberon take an arrow through the throat as a band of goblins had ambushed them. They were never that coordinated, but they had been that time. Nima ran for the horses to grab her bow, and just as she touched the case were it rested - she’d had the wind knocked out of her.
The world had spun in a whirl. It took more than a few moments for her to realize that she was tumbling down the hill next to the horses. The thud of her hitting the ground at the bottom had brought her back with a sharp reminder. That was when she realized there was an orc on top of her. She’d struck at the massive beast, but it was easily three times her weight. As she grabbed for her knife, it had backhanded her across the face, and her world had gone black.
As she awoke, her head was ringing and her vision was swimming. The orc was in the process of ripping her clothes open and had gotten too far. She was exposed from her midriff down to her thighs, her clothing in tatters. “No… No…”, she had said hoarsely as the orc freed himself from his clothes. Her words had fallen on deaf ears. She’d shuddered as the mass of the orc had flopped out onto her exposed stomach, covering all the way up over her belly button. ‘That can’t fit… This won’t happen…’, was what her thoughts were saying as the orc gripped himself and adjusted himself, leaving a wet trail along her stomach as it went. That’s when she felt the pressure of the large mushroom-shaped head press against her entrance. “No! NO!”, Nima had screamed again and again as she felt the pressure build. Then, with a searing pain the head pushed through and into her. She’d screamed as her eyes watered. She felt a rush of warmth inside of her as the orc’s head released a jet of fluid into her. ‘Is that it… Maybe he’s done…’, Nima had thought naively. What did happen was that the searing pain softened and became a searing warmth. The warmth spread through her loins and up into the pit of her stomach. She felt herself relax from the waist down. Her clenching muscles felt hot and yearning instead of painful. She felt shame as her body readjusted to the chemical load of the orc’s seed.
What happened next was half an hour of shame and pleasure. Eventually, the climax came. The orc had been thrusting into her for some time. Warmth had spread throughout her body as the orc deposited more small eruptions into her. Her nipples were on fire as the linen fabric rubbed against them with each thrust. Her pussy shot signals up through her stomach that this was just what she needed and when she clenched her ass she could feel a signal of pleasure shot straight up her spine that made her shudder with need. The orc came in a torrent. She’d never felt something like it, she’d never felt that full. She felt his seed spill down her backside as it shot out around his shaft. As he withdrew she felt more shame, she wished that she could be filled with him still. But the orc was finished with her. She had lost consciousness.
When Nima woke. She’d been found and taken, put in chains, and sold on to a pleasure house. It had taken a week for her mind to return to her. The chemical load of the orc’s orgasm made her lustful and yearning. Her body had become permanently more sensitive, she couldn’t clench her ass without a signal shooting up her spine and memories coming back to that orc. Clothing covering her chest made her wet as it rubbed against her sensitive nipples. And now… she was for sale.
Roleplaying & expectations
Nima is for sale and needs and owner!
Even if MC will want to do all the things in my F-list she dosen't want EVERYONE to know that she wants that, and that's where I think the plot device will come into play. Oh, and also please have a decently handsome/attractive character, but they don't have to be an alpha male.. nerds are fine as well. Futa, male and female are all welome.
I like everyone who is communicative in their writing and friendly OOC. I promise to response as soon as possible - but that usually means within three days since I've got a demanding job and a real life that takes a lot of effort. Sometimes it's fast and within an hour sometimes it takes longer. If it's been a week, check so that I'm still alive!
English isn't my native langue either so... There will be some spelling mistakes, bear with me.
F-list
Let's discuss further in PM's and figure out how our two characters meet!
Best wishes,
Dumbstruck
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