Game of Requests (Now 52+ and counting)

[Black Hand]

I want to do my request thread in the form of a game. For requests I'll put up storylines I come up with based on pictures. No fandoms and a tendency towards being literate. If you have a story idea you want to respond with, do it in a similar form. Put up a picture and then make a story around it.

 

[Black Hand]

RE: Game of Requests (Now 43+ and counting)

Katie could get used to this. getting waited on hand and foot by a cadre of a perpetually dazed slave girls seemed like the best thing that could ever happen to her. And as part of her stay on the gambling resort island, Anansi off the coast of South Africa, she was entitled to do what she wanted with the pair of girls who followed her around doing her every bidding. It was all because she had plenty of money to spend on the island's tables.

She took particular pleasure in teasing with and playing with the girl called #46. She seemed to struggle a bit at some of the commands Katie gave her, and would enjoy the helpless little look she gave when she touched her pussy. Katie wasn't exactly a lesbian, but messing with this girl was fun.

But, one thing Katie certainly wasn't was a very good gambler. One bad bet after another left her completely without cash. Eventually, the casino offered her an interesting bet. She could have all of her money back, or if she lost, she would have to work off an equal sum of money. After losing, one of the staff comes around and drags her in back to be processed.

There she learns that she is to spend the next five years as the casino's property. She learns that all the slave girls in the casino were girls who made bad bets are forced to work it off. Then she too is forced too ingest a drug that dampens any will in the slave to resist.

As her first job as casino slave #70, she and her former playtoy #46 are given to a sadistic businessman. Luckily for her, the drug they gave her was just a weak enough dose that while direct commands are hard for her to disobey, she still has the capacity to try to plan an escape from her new masters. But in order for her to do it, she's going to need #46's help.

 

[Black Hand]

RE: Game of Requests (Now 43+ and counting)

The Asteroid Zebra's reputation has escaped well into the Union of Colonies. It's where it is rumored that the Earth empire ships captured female prisoners. there they are forced to mine the useful minerals from inside the massive resource dump, and it allows passing officials to grab a quick from one of the asteroids thousands of slave girls. On the asteroid prisoners are subjected to near constant humiliations and violations. There are only a handful of human overseers who manage the work, the majority delegating to the thousand or so overseer robots who keep the girls on their toes.

The Union figures that with only minimal arms on the station itself, a revolt could free the thousands of Union fighters trapped on the rock. They send in a number of special forces women including Union special Forces Officer Patty Ma to sneak into a load of fresh prisoners. but, they have given her a special weapon. A micro bomb hidden in her anal cavity to use on the control mechanisms for the asteroid. If she ever gets near the center, all she has to do is take the thumbtack sized bomb, attach it to the control center, and aid the escapees in trying to get a signal off the rock.

But once she is on the asteroid, her mission turns out more complicated then she thought. Once there she is assigned to the pony girl division on the far bottom of the asteroid. This wouldn't be a huge problem for someone of her skills, but one of the asteroid operators suspects her. When examining the new recruits, he noticed that the look on her face wasn't consistent with the other girls. Curious about her, he is starting to suspect something is wrong, especially when her records in the system seem suspicious. In order to free the helpless slave girls of Asteroid Zebra, she is going to need to find a way to fool her overseer.

 

[Black Hand]

J'on remembered the look in her eyes, when his gun was pointed at her face. They were almost begging him to go ahead and do it. She was an operative of the Earth in Exile faction, whose objectives was to end the decades long imposed exile of all things human from the planet Earth. He'd never seen a female Earth in Exile operative though. It is said in most of the colonies that the women are kept on ships, and are constantly encouraged to have sex in order to deal with the staggering population differences between the two sides.

he could have killed her right there. the look in her eyes certainly suggested she preferred death to failure. instead, he tied her up and locked her in the brig overnight. With no one there to watch her, it was up to him to watch her. That night the two ended up talking for hours, and in a weird way, they became friends. But, the divide between the two was always there. She refused to accept the belief that humankind is meant for outer space, and he can't understand why she continues to fight a war that not only has been over for a long time, but is also about a place she's never even seen. By the time morning comes, the two are out of their clothes.

After that the two hadn't spoken again. When in a prisoner transfer, she was part of a group that managed to escape. He, meanwhile, was given several promotions, and ended up in the federation spy agency. His job entailed sneaking on to one of the life ships that the Earth in Exile faction uses as homes, and report back on life in the ship. They give him an entire service history in the EiE military, and fake a transfer. On the ship he finds himself comfortable and life easy. In the EiE ships, everything is ran in a tribal system. The most skilled warriors are responsible for running each ship. Rather then normal monogamous relationships, the women instead are constantly on the look out for males to pair with, whenever they are mostly done nursing their newest child. At age twenty one girls are expected to find their first mate, and have at least ten kids in their life. J'on takes note of the every day life, but spends most of his time trying to endear himself to the high command.

but everything changes when during a meeting, the ship's captain has his twenty one year old daughter come up to watch. And she is none other then girl he captured so long ago. But, rather then rat him out, she just pretends that they knew each other in her time as an operative. It isn't until later that he finds out why. When going to his room, she stops him and nervously asks him to be her mate.

 

[Black Hand]

She never quite knew what to do with her life. She'd never found a niche worth talking about. She wasn't popular or good at fitting. She wasn't smart enough to really find a place among the brainy kids. Not talented enough to get among the artists. Hell, she was too scared to even find a place among the rebels. So she drifted along into college, nervous, insecure, and quick to attach herself to anyone who showed her affection. She was by no means ugly. Her girlish pigtails and massive framed glasses game off a frigid virginal look that managed too offset her natural curves.

These curves were a gift from her mother, though she didn't know it till she reached high school. She had grew up with only her dad, and never knew her mom. But a strange series of events revealed to her that not only was her mom still alive, but she lived not too far away. The problem was that the placed that she lived was a cattle ranch. Her mom was one of the women who voluntarily signed papers giving up their status as human beings under the law, and giving themselves as livestock over to local dairy corporations. There they were given a constant diet of drugs that kept them perpetually dull headed, horny, and lactating. The companies pimped them out as they saw fit, and constantly milked them like animals. When at last she met her mom, she was shocked, and much more aroused then she was comfortable with, to find her slow witted and incapable of going thirty minutes without touching her constantly aching pussy or constantly milking teats. For the next three years, she not only thought about this meeting, but several times went back to see her mom again. At more then one of these trips she had let the mood overtake her and touched herself while in the barn full of these sub-human animal women.

While in college she eventually reached her limit. She couldn't hack everyday life anymore. And the more she thought about it the more she realized that there had been one destiny staring her in the face her entire life. And so nervously and with same level of discomfort, she approached the farm that owns her mother, holding the signed paperwork that officially reclassifies her as a piece of property for the farm to do what they want with. It was the most hot and bothered she'd ever been in her life.

But, the person who's job it would be too train her in the ways of cowgirls was oddly enough not someone she'd never met before. He'd been one of her few friends back in high school. And considering how desperate for attention she'd been had considered him quite a confident. He'd been two years older then her, and after graduation the two had stopped speaking. He'd spent the time as a drifter and had eventually come to work at the ranch. In time he'd started to apprentice under the senior cow handler, the one who'd processed the girl's mom. This was too be his first job soloing a transition, and it turned out to be not only be someone he had known, but someone he'd even considering asking out back in the day.

Stripped of her own identity as a human being and his equal, she has no choice but to cling to him and hope that he can turn her desperate sexual fantasy into a happy life for herself.

 

[Black Hand]

The girls on the village waited in an orderly line for the travelers to arrive. Some giggled about how easy it was going to be, of the ten or fifteen girls who go the ceremony, only two or three are tamed every year. Some wondered what like as one of the traveler's steeds would be like. Some even gossiped about the mysterious figures them self. not fifteen years ago, word had reached the village that in another village, a girl had escaped the travelers. Word is that she said that they grow from their imp like stature to strong and muscular men at night. No one knew why they used humans as steeds, as no one had ever managed to capture one alive. Princess Rhea just ignored the chattering of her fellow girls.

The village had been established in the first pace as a rest stop for the travelers. They'd brought a number of humans to the area and made them set up camp. Since then, the travelers rarely ventured into the area, except on their yearly pilgrimage. But, part of supplying meant new steeds to the mysterious creatures, and the last time the village had resisted, half it's population was destroyed. It was custom that every year, every girl aged eighteen to twenty who was yet unmarried would be lined up and tested by the Travelers.

The test was simple. Rhea had gone through it last year, just after her 18th birthday. The new travelers or those without mounts would appear and examine each of the girls. check their legs, look at their backs, and then make a choice. Then they would attempt to mount a girl. For her to pass the test (Or fail it as the girls would say) She had to have failed to stop him from binding her arms, putting a bit n her mouth and mounting her. Then he would have to attempt to control her. he lost and would not get her if she could fight him off. but if he tamed her and could manage to control her, she would be cursed to a life as one of the Travler's steeds.

At last the Travlers emerge, standing only two feet high, and with faces covered by sack like masks with nothing but eyeholes. On their backs they wear little metal containers at all times. And today, they come bearing saddles, head harnesses, crops, and rope. The princess is trained in how not to get caught, but soon finds that the particular Travler who's she has caught the eye of is persistant. She struggles as he ties him, she struggles as he saddles her, and she struggles as he gags her, but it is to no avail. At last he mounts her, leaving her to the final test, will she be able to stop him from breaking her in. She struggles and she struggles until she's exhausted, but the pull of his reins are daunting, and the feel of his crop is biting. At last she can fight no more, and at the pull of his reins, the princess turns, and at the blow of his crop she goes faster. she has been broken in, and is now the Travlers steed.

Not even given a chance to say goodbye, her new owner directs her away, followed by the other two girls who surrendered to the travelers. They lean her to the camp where she sees the other girls who the travlers ride. They dress her and prepare her for future riding, given the traditional tattooes and clothing of Steeds. But, the most fascination thing happens that night. In the moonlight, the tiny mute Travlers change. Instead of implike creatures, they instead become translucent men. They are the riders of heaven, bringing souls on their back from purgatory to the land above.

 

[Black Hand]

Every night Miranda Newton dreaded going to sleep. In her waking days, she lived a quiet and ordinary life. Few friends, detached family, not even any crushes. To help her through the day she'd come up with an imaginary friend years ago that she still kept in her head. She knew it was silly, but it made her feel better. She called him William, and would talk to him about anything and everything.

But when she went to sleep, her brain would run a million things through her head. Scenes of humiliation, sexual depravity, and sometimes even torture. Her worst fears used and abused by unseen strangers. But, sometimes n her dreams she would have reprieves. A dream of herself with a lover on the beach, or smiling in the afterglow.

Every morning she would wake up drenched in sweat and her own juices. It made her afraid to go to bed. Little did she know that in the back of her head, there was a war for supremacy going on. William was not only more then a figment of imagination, but also fighting another aspect of her personality, called Propsero. Where Will was a design of her desire to be understood, Propsero instead honed in on her hidden desire to be used and humiliated.

But there was something else going on that not even Prospero or William knew about. Prospero was brought to life from the clay in her brain by a demon lord named Antiochus, hoping to ad Miranda to his harem. ideally he would make her dreams seem more and more vivid until the dreams were used s a portal to drag her into the hell Antiochus lived in. But, he could not understand how she had gotten so good at resisting him. Was her brain actually using an imaginery friend to fight him off, or was there some other higher power also at play in Miranda's head?