[M4f] Santa's looking for a pair of Ho-Ho-Ho's (from con to extreme noncon)

Death by orgasm · Dec 11, 2014

Looking for literate, and enthusiastic female writers.

That jolly giant, that miraculously is able to traverse the entire world in 24 hours, delivering gifts and holiday cheer. To all those who would mail in their wish list up to the North Pole, for him to check his list…to see whether they have been Naughty or Nice? Rewarding all of the 'Nice' children get most, if not all, of their requested toys and gifts. While those were bad…bad, Naughty, and disrespectful kids were rewarded only with coal to fill their stalkings! Then there was his malicious, vicious and often cruel cousin, The Krampus! His demonic alter ego that terrorizes those worst offenders when Mr. Clause is busy attending to the mandatory holiday responsibilities.

Like all things in the world, the stories, fables and myths we're told is only a fraction of the Truth. Most of the magic of the past, and the forgotten histories of what came before us have been lost to the veil of time and progress. Cultures adapt and change over time, with the newer generations moving away from the cherished traditions of yore. The youngest always believe in Santa blessing with presents for behaving all year. By the time their adolescents…they think they're smart enough to figure out that the parents and family are Santa. By the time their adults, it's just a fun story to tell kids to make the holidays more special…right?

Smartphones, declining faith, economic recession—things aren't as simple as they used to be. Someone would have gotten a video or photo of Santa by now. Doesn't matter if he's magical or not…there would have been a red blur photographed somewhere. Less people celebrating the holidays, decorating and embracing the spirit of the season. Then by the time you're a young adult with friends and starting to make money…you realize how much the holidays can really cost.

But then again…for young, hot and horny "professionals" who are monetizing their youth, tight curves and bodies to make the most of the digital economy. The last two months of the year were big months for camgirls and professional solo starlets. So many themes, you stack up the new wishlist for all your fans—shop around for the sluttiest new costumes. It's a nice time of the year to be a Naughty Girl.

Times indeed do change. While milk and cookies might have done the trick for the last century or two…Santa's changed his mind on what he wants to do on Christmas Eve. Traditions can change on both sides you see. After all, after all that hard work…shouldn't Santa be rewarded? Mrs. Claus certainly performs her wifely duties…but Santa deserves something a little more special from time to time, surely?

Mrs. Claus was the first to notice it actually. How the top 10% of the Naughty list had only been lewd whores for the past couple of decades. And the last few years? Some of the nastiest young woman she's ever seen. Not that they were terrible people, but they were certainly being perversely naughty every day for money has some consequences.

What's the expression these kids say now-a-day? "Work hard, and play harder?"

Taking a page out of his cousin's book, and doing some self-indulgence this year: by kidnapping the Naughtiest Girl in the World. Santa's bigger than you think in all regards, he's over 7 feet tall, 14 inch cock that's wrapped in a lattice of bulging veins. All sitting on top of oversized testicles. Those balls can spit out an ocean of sperm, with him getting especially backed up leading up to the Big Day. He's going to kick back relax, take his new sexual toy for a ride all night long. Enough cum seeping out of every hole and orifice to leave a sticky trail of every where they've been.

Did you know the North Pole is only closed between Christmas and New Years? Santa will let everyone play test the newest and hottest toy of the season. If she behaves, she can start the New Year back at home. If she's a bit too bratty to Mrs. Claus's liking…then she can be the bitch for the Elves and Reindeer for the next 360 days of the year…

I'm looking to write out a version or two of the vague idea above! This is very much an open-ended idea that is intended to work at more 100% consensual and fun levels, all the way down to the most violent and depraved. For the sake of simplicity, I'll break down the main things I'm looking for the Con, Dub-Con, and Non-Con approaches.

All of these, will have the main overarching themes and kinks. I want Santa to be massive in every way, for some sexy sizeplay. I want him to be over 7 feet tall, hulking, and massive. I very much intend for Santa to have hyperspermia, with the bulk of the sexual escapades that I have planned being them traveling the world, and fucking throughout the night. So some elements of public nudity and exhibitionism, sneak-fucking and getting caught by other adults or parents.

While I want Santa to be a mostly jovial, and light-hearted character, but he'd be sexual deviant still. Choking, hard fucking, fingers in the mouth, general degradation, spanking, and punishments. I do want to have an emphasize on cumplay, bukkake, and anything creatively possible with semen. It will be cascading off YC's face in thick sheets of slime. Whatever doesn't getting blown away by the wind, will dry quickly with the layers slowly caking up. She should be unrecognizable by the time the night is over.

On a long enough terms with a partner, I'd love to have scene of them back at the North Pole. The levels of kinkiness would extend to how Mrs. Claus, The Elves, and other creatures of the North Pole would treat her.

Santa's Favorite Suckslut Streamer:
Consensual, cute, fun, sexy slutty and flirty vibes.

You're the hottest egirl of the quarter. Fast rising starlet who has a talent for deepthroating the longest and fattest of dildo. Brutalizing her throat daily, with her just being a gym bunny maintaining the best physique she can. Implants and other filler type things are optional, but not necessary. Basically the hottest, and sluttiest girl next door vibes. Because of your dominance of OnlyFans recently, you've jokingly crowned yourself 'The Naughtiest Girl in the World'.

Your other egirl friends have been making lewd and tasteless jokes about how Santa is going to show up looking to get Milked. You're streaming on Christmas Eve, when you hear a sound and your bedroom door opens up revealing Santa Claus' mind boggling stature. He tells you that you're at the top of the naughty list, and you need to come with him. Not before showing your fans what you can do to Santa's colossal cock and balls first, only after giving her fans the show of a lifetime, then they depart on the stickiest adventure across the night sky.

YC would be eagerly streaming whenever they were in the sleigh showing off to everyone how lucky she is getting to be Santa's Sexiest Suckslut.

The Festive Fuckdoll:
Dub-con, more spanking, punishments, hate-fucking, orgasm denial, and bondage elements, christmas lights, tinsel, piercings.

Essentially the same as above getting roughed up plenty. Santa wasn't asking he was demanding, and you better say, 'Yes. Mr. Claus' followed by 'Thank You, Mr. Claus'. He's not entirely outwardly maliciously evil, but he's not holding back either.

The Worthless Whore:
Full non-con, beatings, abuse, sexual exhaustion, blood, ruined holes, prolapsing, filthy, puke and toilet kinks. This is for people who want to see how deep the waters can get.

This also could be a setting for Krampus, or homeless people to replace Santa.

Death by orgasm · Dec 13, 2014

RE: A new request thread! It's still bare, but I'll be updating.

Below are some recent samples of writing from some newer role plays. I've been writing a lot.

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From a dark carnival role play.

As the large, tattooed and hairy man towered over Evelyn, whose face was wet and shined from various liquids and fluids. Her eyes widened with fear again as she realized that there was still one last humiliating part to go through. Only getting a few words out before his ass was planted on her face, she slowly started to lick his stinky, and unsightly rear. A coarse moan bellowed out of the large man as soon as he tongue touched his ass. Pushing back with his ass as soon as he felt her mouth land. He wiggled his back and forth from side to side as he furiously rubbed his shaft. The sounds of him whacking off filled the sounds of the cabin as Evelyn's muffled cries were only heard by herself. FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP!

Gregor raising his hips a little bit, he rocked his hips back and forth rubbing her entire face with his putrid asshole, taint, and ball sack. All of Tiara's pussy juice, cum and piss was being mopped around Eve's face by a large, smelly, and rough ball sack. Leaving his balls over mouth, he barked below to the slave, "Be gentle, and suck on them like your life depends on it." Continuing to masturbate, he reach forward with free hand, his bear paw landed on her pussy. Spreading her lips with two of his fingers, he used his thumb to abuse and fiercely massage her clit. His hands were as rough as he was being. Tender, and caring he was not! Rubbing her moist lips in tight circles, his large and tattooed arms were tense as he massaged her dark lipped pussy with the intensity of a machine. Evelyn's cunt was already hypersensitive from the passionate and sensual tonguing of Tiara. Now she was getting the flip side of the coin, her rough and gruff husband. He was used to being as rough on as his wife as she could take. Except, Evelyn's cunt wasn't used to such rough abuse, nor did she get off on it directly.

Pulling his massive testicles out of her mouth, and tilting his hips back forward he pushing his brown button back to her lips. Gregor's moans, and panting became heavily as he could feel his orgasm churning in his gonads. Gyrating his hips, he rubbed his ass all across her face, with her taint, and asshole right behind it. Stopping the vibrating assault on her pussy, he raised his hand and slapped it bringing it back down sharply on her cunt with another slap. He barked, "Lick faster bitch!" As his fapping intensified he could feel himself on the brink of a knee-shaking orgasm.

FAP!FAP!FAP!FAP!FAP!FAP!FAP!

Dropping his full weight onto Evelyn's face he completely smothered her and was suffocating her with his pungent ass. Evelyn's panicked screams and squirming was all nullified by her restraints and Gregor's massive body. For 20 seconds he furiously masturbating with his eyes rolling back into his head, moaning as if in a trance. Leaning back, putting more of his weight onto her face, his cock exploded with an orgasm. Standing up at the initial orgasm, his large glops of hot cum rained down on to Evelyn's hips and torso. The last few dribbles, dripping down belong to Eve's heaving chest as she was still gasping for air. Rubbing the head of his cock, milking it making sure that ever drop landed on the mostly revealed girl. Turning around so he was facing the bound girl, he ordered, "Say 'Aahhhhhh," as a golden stream of urine pointed for her mouth beamed out of Gregor's semi-erect cock. His piss was hot, more pungent and more bitter than his wifes. Everything about Gregor was generally just a little more disgusting, or a lot more in your comparing him to his porcelain-doll wife. His piss was long, lasting about 15 seconds before it seized up to a dribble.

Tiara had been working on untying the knots, to begin and free their captive. Tiara whispering in Evelyn's ear, "Don't do anything stupid now." As she got 4 of the 5 knots untied, she chirped again in her ear, "Maybe next time we can play without all of the ropes. We'll want to do this again sometimes soon. It's good to have some freaks as friends you know." Untying her completely, Evelyn was free of the chair and her rope restraints. Gregor stomped back over to his tiny and shitty cot, plopping onto it he got cozy as he readied up for a nice nap after such a good orgasm.

Tiara scurried around her end of the carriage, finding a large and thick towel she tossed it over to the negro girl on the ground, "That's about all we got, toots." Turning around and walking back over to her vanity, she dug through a drawer cursing as she looked for something. Finding it, she tossed it back to the girl, "That's alcohol for your piercings. You are to clean them twice a day until you run out of alcohol. Find more alcohol and do that for about two weeks." Turning around and sitting on her vanity stand, she crossed her legs, "You are going to keep your piercings, no chance of those coming out. I don't want to threaten you, just keep them maintained. You'll stop by here next week sometimes, I'll make sure that they're all healing as needed. Don't make us come find you." The inked woman said with a smile and a wink. Getting up and retrieving Evelyn's dress, she tossed it at the girl, "With all due respect, we've had our fun and we're a little tired, so get out bitch. And lastly, I'm afraid we never got your name sweetie, what would that be?"

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From a monster insect role play.

Up in the observation deck, Dr. Middleton even jumped back in horror when she saw the King Termite pick up it's victim in it's mandibles. Dr. Middleton was only expecting the absolute worse out of this situation. Covering her face with her hands, she peered in between her fingers. She knew that if the termite wanted it could slice her into two pieces. Karen didn't need to directly see her raped, violated and amputated former-colleague snuffed off. Despite just seeing Dr. Chandlers body crushed and impaled to a bloody mess, the caramel skinned woman, wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs. She drowned, and was bludgeoned to a much more painful and gruesome death. You couldn't even compare the two assaults, both were monstrous and unusually cruel. The naked, seeping, and inflated woman screamed bloody murder when she was hoisted into the air. Yet, the thing that Dr. Middleton was so afraid to see, was tame in comparison to what the King had in mind.

When Charles dropped Emiko onto his fully erect shaft, The Director had to jump out of her seat and catch her breath. That was the line for her, despite having her back turned to the laboratory temporarily it didn't stop her from hearing the busty Asian woman screaming and howling. If Dr. Middleton didn't know what was going beneath her, she wouldn't have believed that those noises came out of a human being. They were guttural, primordial screams, that matched the suffered that she was enduring. They were the screams that would Karen awake at night; she now knew the demon that would torment her in her sleep. The shrieking howls and moans went on for about a minute, the longest and most grueling minute that Karen had even endured. Then suddenly, the screaming and animistic cries seized suddenly. The Director immediately snapped back around to her post, and had to confront the scene before her fearing the worst. Karen was crying as she looked down below, gagging at the horror she could never forget. Gasping for breathe again trying not to vomit on the her command station, she looked up at the video link with her peer, Dr. Mower was absent, she didn't know if he was to return.

Fumbling back into her coat pocket, she flicked open her pill case, she emptied the rest of the pills. She needed to try and maintain she had the illusion of control over herself. Reaching down to her purse to the left, she dug for a box of cigarettes. Karen didn't smoke often, only when she truly felt stressed. It dirty habit, a cigarette or two a week, it really hit the spot. Nearly every professional lab on the planet has a strict no-smoking policy on the premise, including the TITAN labs. Putting the menthol cigarette to her lips, she still hesitated knowing that some sort of action would be taken against her for that. It only passed Karen for a split-second as she lit her smoke and inhaled deeply and slowly. Her hands stopped trembling and she could feel her heart-rate calm a little. But a handful of Valium and a good cigarette should do that. Exhaling as she looked down to examine what Charles was currently doing to violate Emiko. Exhaling as she looked down below again, she had to fight the urge to gag again. The screaming, and just the brutality of it all: her womb completely destroyed and filled with foreign offspring. Then, to get fucked to impregnate and fertilize that offspring? It made Karen tighten her legs, and feel her cervix quench in pain. Finally, forcing herself to process what was happening she smoked that cigarette to the filter in a matter of puffs. Shaking her head as she lit her second cig, she mumbled to herself, "Holy. Fucking. Shit."

Karen had been raised religious, falling out of it reaching her rebellious teen-aged years. Getting a little weak at the knees, it made her wonder for a split second if the Heavens and Hells were real, that she would certainly have a seat in the latter. Karen's view of Emiko couldn't be any more direct. Looking straight down, 9-12 feet below her was Emiko and Charles. Charles was showing himself to be a nearly perfect specimen in form, strength, and was exhibiting phenomenal stamina in a lower oxygen density. Dr. Akiyama...she was a sight to behold. Dr. Middlton's brain was running laps trying to imagine what was keeping her alive. This level of abuse was, in her opinion, surpassing the limits of what she knew the human body could endure and survive.

Emiko's belly prior to this had been heavily swollen, almost looked like she was pregnant. With each thrust from the termite's ribbed and studded pole Emiko's stomach stretched and expanded cartoonishly it was so dramatic. Her skin and stomach stretching, tearing stretch marks with each thrust. With each hump, Emiko's trembling body, jolted hard each time he rammed into her. Charles had forced his tongue down Emiko's throat violently, which was why Karen had stopped hearing her soul-retching howls. The king was emptying it's stomach into her stomach, the King only knew how to empty it's entire stomach. Karen had a clear view of it's tongue, it pumped at least a dozen times. The 'Queen's' face was ghost white, a viscous pinkish liquid pumped through her nose and mouth with each thrust. Her nostrils flaring for breath between each thrust. The King pumped a total of 20 times before pulling his tongue from her throat.

The Queen's body was starting to look like a water balloon with arms. Her stomach and womb were both at hyper-capacity. The middle two legs of the arthropod held the nude broodmother-to-be to his body. Pistoning into her womb, his entire length forced into her crammed orifice. Emiko's breasts slapped into her extended stomach and uterus. The eggs could be seen pressing against her skin, the faint outline of 6 dozen eggs across her bloated body. Jiggling obscenely, her mouth and nose only oozed. As the King held her there, he let out titanic screech, HHHHHGGGGGNNNNKKKKKCCCCHHHHHTTTHHHHDDDTTT!!!! It's wings started to flap and flutter enough to make wind off of them. His whole body started to shake at a devastatingly fast frequency. Thrusting in and out of her, just enough to get the last nodules on his cock to rip in and out of her cunt. Stretching it over 4 inches in girth, it completely ruined her vagina. Ramming his entire length back into her, his majesty came inside Emiko. It was a spectacular sight to see, her body was at capacity 10 minutes ago insect cum rocketing out of her stuffed cavern. Her nose and mouth still running with her food, bubbling as she gurgled and fought for air. The sweating, shaking, and pulsating gut of the doctor slowly expanded more, the skin pulling taunt and red as the King emptied his load into her. His injection of sperm was all the same volume as her lunch, 20 massive loads oozing out of her.

Charles' wings flew off his body at the end of his climax, he quickly took his arms off the wall and stood on his legs. Dropping his Queen onto the ground gently enough, she fell only a foot. Plopping onto her back, she quickly formed a pool around her from her various holes. Miraculously, she still was clearly fights for air, flaring around--all signs of life. Dr. Middleton, reaching for her cellphone as Charles ran away from his Queen back into his enclosure. He made a B-line back to his apartment, running laps around his own area. Karen lighting her last cigarette, "Hey, it's me, I think we got something."

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From a cowgirl role play.

That evening in the Cunningham home, Darryl was literally on thin ice with his wife Alexis. He had seen her mad, furious, chaotic in the past, but this was something he had never seen before. She was quick to point any gun on him, so he was just trying to keep her as cool and level-headed as possible. It was clear that he would have no input or say on what she did to Jessie at this point. He had tried to talk sense into Alexis all night but that only ended in fighting, more shotguns getting waved around and Darryl sleeping on the couch for his own safety.

Darryl had gotten next to zero sleep knowing what Jessie was going through out in that barn. He tossed and turned all-night debating whether or not his life was worth it to try and get Jessie off the ranch safely. Darryl knew that if he helped her, he was dead. He'd had to runaway and start his life anew elsewhere. The classic farmer's myth of the husband cheating, and the wife going insane had more sinister weight at this moment of Darryl's life. He knew that he should, and that he very-well could get Jessie off the Ranch alive...but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He could take her to the cops, but turn his wife into the cops? He couldn't bring himself to take any action, sobbing himself to a pitiful slumber.

***

The following morning, Alexis had risen at the crack of dawn. Unlike her unfaithful husband, she had slept almost too well. She jumped out of bed, with some spring in her step. Slipping off her nightgown, the elderly woman passed by her full length mirror. Stopping, turning around and looking at herself over her shoulder. Alexis smiled at her reflection, it showed a mature woman with subtle and elegant curves, kissed with the sands of time. Then her envious brain, jumped back to the moment she caught Jessie and her husband together. That feeling of completely spiritual nausea, and physically ill. It made her stomach turn sour, and she gagged from the visceral response. Looking back up in the mirror, her eyes had that fire in them. The silver haired woman, quickly got dressed in her long sleeved flannel, denim overalls tucked into her works boots. Grabbing her pink bandana tying that around her neck, and topping it all off with her retro cowgirl hat from 4 decades ago. Twirling around in the mirror, she made sure she was cute from head to toe, she wanted every aspect of herself to be superior to Jessie. Even if Alexis was already 'superior' to her minor, she was going to reduce her to filth to make sure that Jessie knew it.

Running downstairs, making herself a quick easy-over egg on an English muffin with some raspberry jam, heavy on the salt. It was Alexis' absolute favorite breakfast, she basically had that 6 days out of the week. The exception being on the Farm Breakfasts every Friday. Alexis had made plenty of noise in the kitchen to wake of her cheating husband. Passing by the disgruntled man on the coach, "I'd be careful if I were you, around me for the next while. Stay away from that shed unless I explicitly tell you otherwise." Alexis' usual sweet and warm voice was cold and blunt. Before sliding out the kitchen door, she spoke across the kitchen, "Hey dumbass, why don't you invite your cousins to our big Breakfast tomorrow. Since you'll be doing all the cooking, you can make double for them." Darryl waited a moment before replying, "Maurice and Eric..?" Alexis getting to the backdoor, "No, the one's I hate. I'm serious, invite those fucking degenerates. I need their help with something." Her voice and inflections were all ominous, daring her husband to call her out on any of it.

Making her way outside, she darted over to the small red barn on the far side of the property. As she buzzed up she could hear the frantic screams and pleas of help coming from Jessie within the small barn. Alexis glanced at the rising sun over the horizon, it was a little before 6 AM before the elderly woman had reached the barn. Pulling up close to the barn in the golf cart, the distinct humming could be heard from inside the sweltering hot barn.

The sounds of two boots hitting the ground, of a small and dangerous woman. Grabbing two buckets, she took a few quick steps to the front of the barn and swung the door open wide. A draft of putrid air blasted Alexis as she stood in the doorway, her darkened outline against the rising morning sun. She stood there for a second, with two large buckets in each hand. She looked down at her captive with a malicious gaze. Licking her lips before speaking, her voice was sweet and polite, "You know honey, it'd be wise for you to not stress those windpipes of yours. I can make sure you shut up, if you leave it up to me darlin'." Taking a few steps into the saturated hay of urine, blood, feces. Dropping a bucket of 'feed' to the left side of Jessie. Taking the other bucket, raise it high in the air, and pouring it over Jessie, it was a cold bucket of water. Just a quick, sloppy pour: most of the water hitting her head, shoulders, and upper body; leaving the her lower half still dirty and filthy. A little water getting onto some of her lower back, and thighs, although it just made the filthy run across her legs and her ass more.

Grabbing the other bucket, and she poured it into a trough directly in front of Jessie's chained up face. Alexis gagging a little on the muskiness and rancidness of the barn, "Guugh--uhgh...excuse me. A little water to cool you off, before it gets a little hot around noon. Oh--" taking note that Jessie had pissed all over herself, "If I had noticed that, I would have washed your ass better. Maybe later." The 'feed' that the mistress had poured for Jessie was a thick, and heavy looking gravy/stew. Mostly some flour, lots of fat, heavy on the salt, boiled corn, and lots of minced chicken. Truth be told it wasn't a terrible tasting blend either. It was just extraordinarily heavy in fat and starch, it was made to thicken up someone. There was about two pounds of food there, taking a step back Alexis chimed in, "There's your food for the day, so eat it as needed. But, if you manage to eat all of it by mid-afternoon, I might have to get you some more. It's fanciest cow feed that I've made to date. Hope it's alright!"

Alexis walked out of the barn, and back out to her golf cart for a few moments. The sound of her ruffing through a steel-tool box, searching for something. The food that Alexis had prepared for her new heifer was laced with bovine laxatives. The food was so thick, and flavorful the harsh medicine couldn't be detected. A little love goes a long way in the food, it wasn't home-cooking, but she definitely made a good southern gruel. Those laxatives she used are no-joke, made for industrial ranches. When a cow got constipated, it's usually a serious thing when you have 4 stomachs. So this can flush a cow out with ease, again, going heavy on the dosing for her slave. She wanted to Jessie to know what submission was, forcing her body to do things that she simply can't fight.

Coming back into the barn with a second bucket of water, she dropped that in front of Jessie's face, "I don't want you to get too dehydrated now, need you alive and well enough." Although, Alexis knew that the laxatives were gonna empty her out. She was going to need every drop of water she could get. Without saying a word, she walked around to Jessie's rear. Her boots stepping into the puddle of urine around Jessie's knee's a feet, "Disgusting little cow." Running her right hand across Jessie's tight, thighs, hips and ass noticing the initial swelling of her body, "How do you feel? Are you sore anywhere?" As she spoke, Alexis had a short and stubby carrot she had pulled from the garden on the way over. It was about 6 inches long; about a half an inch in girth at the slender end, widening out to a little under an inch an a half. Dipping the carrot in the puddle of urine beneath her, she brushed the carrot up against Jessie's cunt. Sliding the carrot through Jessie's extra plump ass checks, the rough carrot pushed roughly into Jessie puckered anus. With two forceful pushes by the elderly woman, she had planted the carrot completely in Jessie's rear. Only the long green ends poked out of her like a tail. Jessie had writhed and kicked in protest, but with no where for her to go, the sadistic woman forced it into her.

The sound of the woman walking away, her boots stepping through wet and disgusting hay walked out the barn. Looking back at her chained up trophy, "Eat up and do your best hold on to that carrot...if you're a good girl, you'll get rewarded. I think you might want to try your best to get that reward, because if you don't get rewarded...well you know. I'll see you in a few hours." The barn door closed slowly as the daylight disappeared from inside the barn, the sound of the barn door being locked up, was the last thing Jessie would hear from outside for a few hours.

Death by orgasm · Dec 14, 2014

RE: A new request thread! Added an plot/idea. [gore]

Bump!

Death by orgasm · Dec 28, 2014

RE: A new request thread! Added an plot/idea. [gore]

Bump!

I need to update but I'm so fucking lazy~

Death by orgasm · Mar 15, 2015

RE: A new request thread! Added an plot/idea. [gore]

Bump~

I am currently looking for role plays, you can PM to suggest a pairing or an idea~ we'll try to make it work.

Death by orgasm · Mar 21, 2015

RE: A new request thread! CRAVING IDEA #3

New idea posted, craving idea #3! Serial rapist x victim.

Looking for a proud, petite, semi-androgynous woman who my character can fantasize is a little boy and abuse. (I want your character to be semi-androgynous so when MC chops her hair off she is very androgynous aside from her pussy.)

Also, I will accept multiple of these role plays. However, I would want each rendition to humiliate a different race of woman. So if you message me for this idea, I may suggest that you play an Asian/black/or indian 'little boy' for me.

Death by orgasm · Mar 22, 2015