Aura

Oh shit! I completely forgot! Is there any way the deadline can get extended? I absolutely wanted to participate but attention was drawn elsewhere this week. I understand if not, but I do really like the theme and wanted to do something with it!

Img src: Aoiykk on Twitter “Are you ready, Aoi?” Chieko’s hot breath on the back of my neck had my hairs stand on end. How could it be that I would be the one to wind up totally helpless like this? I tried once again to pull my hands through the cuffs, but they were just barely too tight to squeeze my wrists through. I had enough flexibility to turn my head to look around, but I was totally at her mercy. As she pulled on the chain attached to my collar, a small, unwitting whimper escaped my mouth. She seemed to adore it and cooed as her soft, warm hand gently laid on my cheek and her fingers worked their way toward the corner of my lips. My heart raced faster, especially as I instinctively pulled back only for my body to reach her lap. I never thought all that teasing would push Chieko to go this far. I was honestly afraid, and genuinely impressed. I never thought I would enjoy Chieko pulling me in like this, and holding me like… like a lover… she gently chewed on my earlobe and I couldn’t hold in my whimpering. “Chieko, please… I’m sorry…” “Of course you are, silly~” Chieko whispered into my hear, the hot wind of her voice playing a symphony for my heart as I just melted into her body behind me. Her hands continued wandering up and down my body as I trembled all over. “How could I be mad at you when you make such cute noises, hm? After all, you’re going to beg for me.” I only continued to whimper at those lines while her fingers squeezed at my chest, very intentionally leaving my clothes on the whole time. Was this really the Chieko I knew? How was she so… good? My face was flushed, no words could come to mind. “Chieko, I-I want you…” “Sadly,” She spoke in such a soft, motherly yet condescending tone as the fingers of her left hand crawled further down my sides, inching along my thighs and up my skirt. My panties were already completely ruined and to drive that point home, she drove her fingers right up to them and began to press in. A mushing sound could be heard mixed in with my moans just from being touched after all this teasing. I couldn’t take it. I needed release. “It’s a little late to decide that now, don’t you think? I’ve already made my promise after all.” Her words were so cruel. They were sung like a hummingbird but stung like a hornet. “C-come on, Chieko. I know I went really far, but none of it was ever serious! You’re not a slut, or-” “Oh, I’m not a slut am I?” She giggled in amusement as she expertly found her way to my clit through my panties, elicitng an audible moan from me as my whole body bucked. “Ahh~ Ahh~” I was melting into a drop of water, kept upright only by the rope suspended by the overhang of the bed. She hadn’t even penetrated me at all yet I was on the verge of cumming in my panties. “You don’t know me at all. I’m a total whore. Daddy helped me to realize that, and he’s going to teach you all the same.” The color drained from my face. Was she actually serious…? There’s no way. It had to be some sort of prank. “N-no, Chieko, come on, that’s crazy… Mr. Saiki is… Th-that’s so much farther than anything I’ve done!” I tried to turn to face her, to look into her eyes. I couldn’t quite make eye contact with our positions, but she was there still, continuing to work my body and forcing my body to move like a puppet with every touch. “A-and it would be illegal, too!” “Isn’t that what makes it so enticing, though~?” Chieko giggled again. A door closed at the entrance to the house and my heart stopped. “Oh, sounds like the wait is over~” My struggling became more frantic. I pulled more strongly against the ropes. “No! Okay, Chieko, this isn’t funny anymore. I can’t do this. Let me go! I won’t bully you anymore I promise! AhhhHHaah~” She drove her knuckles into my soaked panties, twisting them and pushing me right up to the edge of an orgasm. “Stop it! Please, I’ll do anything you want, Chieko! I-I’ll be your slave!” “You already are my pet, silly. And everything that belongs to me belongs to daddy.” We could both her footsteps growing louder as they made their way toward the bedroom. “No! No, I don’t belong to him! Chieko, he has to be using you! This is fucked up! He’s your teacherrrRRAah~~” She twisted her knuckles again. “OoohOoo fuck!! Fuck!!” I moaned aloud as I couldn’t hold my orgasm in Chieko’s arms any longer, cum leaked from my pussy, further soaking my already-ruined panties and leaving me unable to breathe as I frantically squirmed in her lap. “Please! I-I’ll be your slut! You can fuck me anytime you want! I don’t want Mr. Saiki to touch me!” As I continued blurting out whatever promises I could possibly make to try and convince Chieko to release me, nothing worked and the door flung open to reveal a middle-aged man, our homeroom teacher. My whole body turned white as a ghost and I just grew stiff and completely silent. Aoi was delighted to see him. “I brought you a new pet as requested, daddy~” Chieko happily let me go, leavin gme completely alone, suspended only by the rope overhead, leaking like a faucet as I bowed my head in disgrace. “Good girl~” He planted a gentle kiss on Chieko’s cheek, cousing the young girl to blush. “Thank you, daddy~” The sight honestly made me pity her. That was really all she did this for? Just to get a kiss from a perverted old man? Was it really not about revenge at all? Had I really sunk her self esteem so low that this was enough of a reward for her? “Chieko… I’m… so sorry…” “Go into the living room, babygirl. I’m going to start training our new pet.” Chieko completely ignored me and turned to leave with a giddy giggle while the old man proceeded to drop his pants, exposing a shockingly large cock. I was completely frozen, tears streaming from my cheeks. I couldn’t think of a single word to say to this man, it was obvious what was going to happen. “Let’s start simple… open your mouth.” I was still frozen, he only laughed. "If you want babygirl to touch you again, you will do as I say. Open your mouth." I reluctantly complied and opened parted my lips as wide as I could to accept his cock, a look of disgust across my face as soon as his thick member pushed its way into my mouth. He wasn't even close to as tactful as Chieko was. As the man continued to violate me in every way I could think of, I just kept thinking back to Chieko. Did she receive the same treatment? Was she indoctrinated with threats? Was I responsible for putting her in such a situation? Chieko... I'll... I'll save you... somehow...

As mentioned before, EcchiCredits are awarded for participating on the site. Reacting to other user's posts, receiving reactions, posting, replying, etc. They can also be transferred between users. Currently, the main purpose for EcchiCredits is to upgrade to Gold and Platinum Membership. They can also allow you to change your display name. These items can be purchased from the EcchiStore which can be navigated to from the hotbar: EcchiApps>EcchiCredits>EcchiStore>EcchiStore and used from EcchiApps>EcchiCredits>EcchiStore>Inventory. We have been looking into additional ways to utilize EcchiCredits as well, but saving up for Platinum Membership does take a while.

I'm actually curious, is there a limit to how many characters I can provide? I actually have a lot of characters I'd like to include but don't want to frontload exclusively with my own.

Amare - 81 Female Aequu | Non-virgin Sales Pitch: This specimen is a very rare sight indeed. Your eyes do not deceive you for she is, indeed, an Aequu. For many centuries these creatures existed only as myth passed from traveler to traveler and captured the fantasies of men and women alike with their enchanting beauty and everlasting youth. They normally live in secret because interactions with humans are strictly prohibited. But that only makes the desire for them that much more tantalizing for us. For those not in the know, what makes an Aequu especially desirable as a partner, or even a servant, is their long lifespan - 510 years on average - and their rapidly healing bodies capable of fending off any disease or infection in moments. They can suffer immense abuse, even broken bones, and their bodies will be perfectly healed the next morning good as new. All it takes is a magical artifact, an inhibitor stone, to neutralize all physical magic they are capable of conjuring. This can come in the form of a special collar with the stone embedded that can be removed only at the owner's desire, or the stone can be ground up and mixed into ink to be tattooed into their body to permanently inhibit their magic abilities. Of course, they are desirable even for more peaceful individuals as their body will remain in their prime for much longer than any human's entire lifespan, and because they heal quickly from disease, they can serve several partners without worry of spreading infections. Their bodies are also capable of healing your body and mind as long as they've surrendered their will to you. As you can imagine, due to their secret and reclusive lifestyle, the Aequu are incredibly rare and you will never find another opportunity like this. While we cannot spare the details of how we got ahold of any of our specimens, as you can see, she has already been well trained and will obey any command from cleaning your home to serving in a public brothel--a role in which she has adapted to. Maybe you want to take full advantage of her, or maybe you take pity on her and wish to save her. Name your bid and she can be yours for as long as you desire.

I'd absolutely participate! I love to make new characters! I could also help to organize it! I've already got some ideas!

This talk of auctioning people off with erp actually is really interesting and does have me a bit intrigued! I feel like it would be a lot of pressure, but I might be interested in being a prize if you'd think of going that route~ I do have experience playing as a rather extreme sub and I'm also capable of playing dom when necessary. Now that I'm graduating from school soon, I should have a lot more time on my hands, too! On that note, though, it actually seems like an idea that might also be well suited for a whole roleplay club being dedicated to it. It would be fun to have a club where people can create characters to be auctioned off for quick roleplay sessions either public or private. It could even be interesting to have EcchiCredits involved to make the transactions more enticing. That, in turn, would also generate more interest in competitions like yours for people to make more EcchiCredits faster! It might be worth a consideration. It seems like a really fun idea, a much more simplified version of Black City which was far too complicated for its own good and never really took off the way I'd planned.

That actually sounds kinda hot, but I'm not sure I can get behind being obligated to erp with anyone.

Content Warning: Rape, violence, misogyny

img src: Archive (Pixiv) I’d been through it time and time again. Brainwashed into utter depravity. My mind putty in the hands of my captor… no, that’s not quite the right word. Owner? Master? Mistress? No, several people… Clients? Customers? It’s hard to remember. It’s happened so much my brain has turned to mush. I don’t even know what’s real or what’s fake anymore. Is this even my body? Are these my legs? Is this my heart racing? I think I still remember where it all began… but maybe it’s all just another part of this fantasy. I was an idol, once. A beautiful, innocent girl. I was new and naive. As soon as I joined the group, my fans multiplied in the blink of an eye. I was silly enough to think all the hands grabbing at me were just excited to see me, belonging to another friend wanting to get a little closer. Another sweet boy who wanted to be my boyfriend, or aspiring young girl wanting to stand on stage next to me. It wasn’t until later I’d understand how depraved those hands really could be. Belonging to men and women twice or even three times my age. All the kinds of things they’d make me do if they could just grab me and run. The kinds of disgusting imagery they must’ve fantasized of me with. When I was first approached with this hypnosis treatment in secret, I was told it was a form of therapy. I’d be able to relieve sexual tension without any risk to my body or well-being at all. It was a professional hypnotist, or so I was led to believe. I thought it sounded like a good idea. As long as I was part of my group, I was sworn into celibacy. It was part of my contract, I wasn’t allowed sexual contact with anyone else. It would make our fans jealous and tarnish the brand. Part of why we’re so appealing is that we’re seen as attainable by always being single and virgin, or appearing to be at least. Just a band of beautiful, innocent girls waiting to be corrupted by the perverted desires of the masses when we’re kicked to the streets the moment we slip up somewhere. That’s all we ever were to the company. The trances started out simple enough. Hands-free orgasms, sexual fantasies, slowly but surely, my hypnotist began to dig deeper into my mind, pulling my more demeaning fantasies to the front of my mind. I remember a feeling of shock and fear the first time my trances placed me on stage, getting groped by thousands of fans. And the pure, liberating ecstasy of completely giving in, getting swarmed by cocks and cum. Everyone was so happy… I made everyone so happy… And it was so… so easy… The trances evolved from there, my hypnotist must’ve noticed how excited I was by it. Before I knew it, I was being degraded further and further. No longer was I an idol, I was a dirt-cheap prostitute tied up in bathroom stalls, a sex slave for gangs to plunder. A bitch for the mafia. Pretty much everywhere you could imagine, I was naked, markings all over my body, begging to get fucked, violated in every way, raped. Sometimes I was consenting, sometimes I wasn’t, sometimes I was scared, sometimes I was excited. But every time, without question, I was turned on beyond belief. Sometime around there was where the line began to get blurred. I don’t know if it was fantasy or reality, but there was one point where my sessions got leaked and my whole life rapidly started spiraling out of control. All my triggers became public knowledge. Everyone began using me for their own depraved fantasies. I was an abused housewife, a slutty waitress, a nun raped right in front of the pastor. My actions stopped being purely in my mind. I was sucking the dicks of random strangers, getting railed in the back of cars, passed around at strip clubs. No doubt my contract had been severed at some point. I didn’t care. This was who I really was. A product not to be bought and sold, but to be shared by all. I think I might’ve even gotten some of my friends from the idol group involved, too. I remember being humiliated beyond belief when my old friend found out, but all that shame left when I had her in my arms, swapping spit as passionately as I’d ever done with dicks jerking off to us from all angles. Is it fantasy? Is it reality? Does it even really matter at all? Even if I were to wake up right now, I don’t think I could change myself back. I’m much too far gone. It almost sounds scarier to wake up, now. To face the fact that I can’t act like this again. I hope I never wake up. I want to be the cum dumpster for the world for the rest of my life~

Image Credit: Phil Gromley ( Twitter: @GromleyPhil ) The first incident happened so quickly. I was horrified. The moonbeams struck and he was a beast. Before I knew it, his claws had sunk into me and I couldn't even find a scream inside of me. He apologized and told me he never chose to be this way. He loved me dearly and wanted to protect me, he never wanted to hurt me. I didn't believe him at first but I realized I wasn't being fair to him. Why would anyone choose a life like this? To hurt the only one who showed him love? He was damaged, he was hurt. You just couldn't see his wounds. He told me I should leave, but I insisted I stay. I didn't want him to suffer alone, why should he? I knew what I was risking. I could get hurt even worse or even die. Maybe a part of me was craving that. What a beautiful way to go that would be. Dying by the hands of your lover you trusted with all your heart. I would be a tragic hero and he a tragic villain. The victim is always beautified after her death. I would be the drop-dead gorgeous angel of a damsel in distress and he would be the hideous monster who wants nothing more than to ensnare me in the devil's trap. I would be praised, songs would be song, I would be loved like I'd never been loved before. Yes, maybe that is something I wanted. I didn't want to suffer alone, why should I? It angered him how little I cared. And when the next full moon rose, my new wounds would only be deeper than the last ones. Yet he never ended me and we both knew it was because he loved me. Just one time I wanted him to go too far. All it would take was one last attack and it would all be over and I'd get my wish. After all, why shouldn't I? He'd apologize again. He'd tell me he became this way to keep me safe, not to hurt me. I thought he never chose to be this way but I guess I must've just assumed that. He loved me so much he wanted to be strong enough to ensure nobody would ever take me from him. After all, why shouldn't he? I could leave if I ever wanted. I could go and be surrounded by family and friends who would notice my scars and suddenly be on my side. Why would he let me? He could leave if he ever wanted. He could go and get some other girl with the lessons he'd learned from me. Why would I let him? If he went off, he'd be discovered for the monster he is. Why should I care? If I went off, I'd be discovered for the monster he is. All I wanted was my wish. All I wanted was to be done. All he wanted was his wish. All he wanted was to be loved. I never loved him, and he never ended me. I never left, he never left. I'd apologize again. I'd tell him I love him. I knew he'd never chosen to be this way. I was just taking advantage of him. He'd always just smile and put a gentle kiss on my lips. He told me I had nothing to apologize for. After all, he loves me. And with his claws dragging through my flesh, I know he loves me. Under every scream of pain I really mean to say I love him. And with every apology, I know that at some point the lines got crossed. Somehow, somewhere, I became the werewolf. The last incident happened so slowly. I was exhausted. The moonbeams struck and I was his pet again. Before I knew it, I was alone. I called out to him, I apologized to him, I begged for forgiveness, I pleaded with him to come back and hurt me one last time. His final attack had stricken me in a way I never thought possible. For the first time in forever, with no explanation why, After years of growing to trust him, He had left, I was alone. After all, I loved him.

Prelude I didn't feel anything. I didn't even notice it happen. It wasn't hot, it didn't hurt, my life didn't flash before my eyes, I didn't even have a moment to try and breathe in order to realize whether or not I could. I wasn't sad, I wasn't scared, I wasn't angry. For one moment, one fleeting moment, I heard silence. In a way, I suppose you could call it a happy feeling. It's not at all the way I thought I would've felt if it happened. My name is Julia Whithro, and I'm dead. I was 25 years old, North on I-10 on Christmas Eve, 2021. It was raining and I was going 90 when the speed limit was 75. It was 9:30 at night and I needed to get home to finish wrapping gifts for my parents and 9 year old sister. There were no cops around so I knew I wasn't going to get pulled over. I guess that's what I'd be testifying in court if I got to go. But if I went to my funeral, I'd be saying so many more things. I'd tell my sister it's not her fault I never came home. I'd tell my mother that I didn't hate her, that I understood why she was always so persistent with me. I'd tell my father that I'm okay with this, and to think of it like a really exciting business trip or something. But I didn't get to go to my funeral. Not even in death. It was a closed casket service. My body was too disgusting to be seen even by my family. That was the excuse they were given. But don't get me wrong, I don't hold any grudges. I'm not some ghost loitering around between this world and the next because of some lingering regret. The only regret I ever had was whatever point I crossed where I could no longer look at my schedule and tell myself, honestly, that I wanted to do anything on it. I didn't want to go to school anymore. I didn't want to study anymore. I didn't want to go to church anymore. I didn't want to play music anymore. I didn't want to talk anymore. I didn't even want to eat anymore. I woke up every morning wishing I could sleep all day. I fell asleep every night wishing it could last forever. This time, I fell asleep and I really, truly, thought it would last forever. It felt like a dream. I was in heaven. It wasn't clouds and pearly gates. It was empty. Dark. Not a scary darkness, but a peaceful one. Like when you're meditating and emptying your mind. I had no fear of the unknown because there was no unknown. It was me directly in the arms of God. He was hushing all of the fears and anxieties that had been screaming in my head for as long as I could remember and lulling me to sleep like a baby. Until that point, I had never heard silence. I finally understood that everything would sort itself out with time. Other people would take my place and I no longer felt inadequate because of that. I was able to look back at all the positions I was filling and be glad that other people were taking the opportunities I had. I would've thought I'd be jealous that they're living the life I used to, or angry that they're not doing things the way I would, but I didn't feel anything like that. I was proud of them. Happy for them. I wished them the best. I could see my family go through the mourning process. They hurt, but they got better each day. It's funny how quick it happens from this perspective. And all this time, I just rested. I rested and waited, listening to the symphony of silence. There was no time, there were no deadlines. There was nothing I forgot, there were no promises I had to uphold. I felt like I was drifting on air and had no fear that I'd ever fall. And then... the silence was broken. Before I knew it, sound was creeping into my ears again. Well, my right one, anyway. A quiet hum that I'd never have noticed had it not been for that silence that blessed my ears moments before. Suddenly I was aware of the passage of time. I was aware of the pull of gravity locking me down to a sunken mattress. I was aware of the chains of wires that were keeping me in place. I was aware of the fact that I couldn't move and that I could only see in my right eye and even then my vision was too blurred to make anything out at all. I was aware of the fact that I hurt. I hurt like hell. There were holes in my body and they were burning against their bandages with every breath. I tried to move my arms. My muscles were shredded. Tears formed from the pain and even those burned my skin. I wanted to scream in pain but I wanted to keep silent. What happened? Where was I? Who brought me here? Why was I here? How long had I been here? No, no, no, none of that! None of that was important, I didn't need to know the answers to those questions, the more I thought about them the more my heart was gripped and locked tighter into my chest! My heart! I could feel every beat, I could feel the blood pumping through my body! I could feel adrenaline but nowhere for it to go! I screamed a louder scream than I'd ever screamed before! It hurt! It tore through my neck, it stretched the barely functioning muscles around my mouth and I didn't care! I screamed like an animal that had stepped into a trap. It couldn't have sounded human. No! Not here!! Kill me! Somebody kill me! Don't take me back here!! I couldn't say it, my brain couldn't focus enough to form the words, all I could manage was the unintelligible, hideous, feral sound of a child throwing a tantrum. Even with all the energy my body had, moving my body I found to be impossible. My muscles didn't just hurt, they weren't strong enough to lift my bones. Or they weren't attached. I could tense my upper right arm and my left may as well have been nonexistent. Please, God, don't send me back! Why would you send me back here!? Why would you let me go!? God was the only one who would hear, I prayed harder than I'd ever prayed before. Please take me back! God! Please! I suddenly heard a loud crash as the doorknob to the room twisted and the door was pushed open. I could tell the person walking in was trying to be quiet, but I could hear their breath, I could hear their heartbeat, too. I could hear them gulp before they prepared to speak, and I could hear their stuttered breath as they tried to compose themself. "Julia?" I was silent, I closed my eyes and screamed to myself in my head. No, God, tell me this isn't real, tell me that wasn't all a lie. "Julia, can you hear me?" I heard him shuffling around, he was checking the tools all around me. I heard the furious scribbling on a clipboard, I could hear the drainage of the ink as his pen slid over the surface of the paper. "Julia, can you hear me? Julia?" The voice repeated. It was the voice of a man. No, stop it! Stop trying to think about these things! I don't care who he is! I don't care where I am! I don't want to be here! There's too much sound! Too much noise! I want to go back!! "Julia! I don't know if you can understand me, but I can see your brain is responding. It's me, Walter!" More silence. Walter, my lab partner... why? Why is he here?! Not him, God, please, let it be anybody but him! "Hah! You can! You can understand me!" His voice was sickeningly cheerful. "I can't believe I finally got it to work! Everyone said the drug would be impossible, but I made it happen!" What? Drug? Was this guy experimenting on me?! "Don't worry, you're probably in a lot of pain, but I'm going to make you feel good as new! It's just going to take some time! I don't want to make you panic, ah, I practiced this so many times but I never expected to actually do this... How do I put it?" The man exhaled, he was trying his best to contain his excitement and be empathetic, but everything he said and did drilled into my ears. "I don't know what the last thing you can remember is, Julia, but... you had so many beautiful dreams and ambitions that I couldn't bear the thought of our world losing. I hope through extensive medical procedures and rehabilitation, I can get you on your feet so that I can make those dreams into reality and make the world a better place for everyone! Julia, I still don't know if you even recognize me, but... I thought I'd never get a chance to say these things. Maybe you won't even remember what I'm telling you right now, but I want to take this opportunity to tell you that these last twenty years I have dedicated exclusively to you. Julia, I love you and I can't bear to think of a life without you or with any other woman by my side! I know you were highly stressed and I don't know what the situation behind the wreck was, but your death was determined to be accidental but I've always feared it was suicide! I refused to believe it, but I could blame nobody but myself. I never should've pushed you so hard, I should've been more involved! I shouldn't have let you keep going back to your unhappy household. I should've been more firm with you. I've refused to accept there was no hope for you. So I beg you, please, if not for your own sake, than for mine, please allow yourself to live so that I can rectify my mistakes and give you the beautiful life you always should've had!" None of it was making any goddamn sense!! I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to punch him in the goddamn face! What the hell gives him the right to say any of that bullshit!? And 20 years!? It'd been, like, two minutes! Did I really miss that much? As I stared ahead at the blurry figure in front of me, my eye was slowly able to focus. He was still blurry, but I could vaguely make out the shape of an older white man with black, silvering hair and wearing a white, what I could only presume was a labcoat. It turns out, there was one more person I would've wanted to talk to at my funeral. Walter Laurence. And if I had one thing I'd want to say to him it would be "Don't you dare touch my body." I was 25 years old when I died in a car wreck on I-10 on Christmas Eve of 2021 at 9:30 at night. I am now 45 years old and alone with the creep who's already decided how I'm going to live for the rest of my life while I have no choice but to rely on him to merely exist. I don't know how he did it, but he brought me back from the dead. He will not let me die. I can't move, I can't escape. I am scared. My name is Julia Whithero, and I was robbed of my death.

"This one's not very good. I'll just breed her for another one."

"We should trade sometime."

Ah! I'm sorry! I meant to vote, but I never got around to reading the other entrants!

"Let me remind you, Mrs. Maurice." His cold voice cut through the stiffening silence as the cold tip of the marker snaked through the skin of my thigh between the lines of my fishnet stockings. It was a twisted game he'd play with me. I'd wear these stockings and we'd play tic-tac-toe on my legs. If I won, I could go home for the night. But if he won, it was another weekend for me. But he always, always won... I hated it. He always saw something I didn't. "You are still just a girl, plain and simple. You will never outwit me." The circle he drew was the third in a row. The stench of defeat made my stomach twist when paired with those words. I hated this man, but I had to swallow those thoughts. I couldn't deny that I needed his money... "Of... of course." I spoke softly. I hated my voice around him. I spoke like a submissive puppy. Like a good girl. I can't believe I ever wanted this lifestyle. I thought it would feel empowering, using my body to drain the wallets of men around me. I thought back to that old office job... I hated it back then. I remember meeting that new girl who came in to take my place shortly after I'd put in my two weeks notice. I was replaced just like that. Clearly disposable there, too... Maybe I should've been more grateful. I'll never forget that pitiful look she gave me. She understood what she was doing. She was thankful for the position, but concerned. She knew I didn't have a "real" plan. I remember smiling to her with full confidence and telling her it was nothing to worry herself over. She seemed like a sweet girl. At the time, I felt more sorry for her for having to put up with all the idiots that worked there. But now, I'm the one envying her. "You have another client tonight." The cold voice spoke out again, his hand setting the capped marker into his shirt pocket before resting on my thigh, right below our game, making sure it was clearly visible to me. He used to be a bit more subtle. "We have a client," is what he'd say. It still meant the same thing, of course. He was going to bring me to a hotel and have me fuck some guy who'd paid half upfront and half after. Even still, he'd at least pretend that this was some sort of legitimate business. But I suppose I already know what's going on, I'm already in the trap. They were always clean, at least, that's what I was told. They required tests and stuff. I didn't understand any of that, I just took his word for it. I really shouldn't be so trusting but, dammit, it was all so many words... My eyes drifted downward at his hand on my thigh. He must've known what was going on in my mind. "Surely you're not tired already. Most of my girls do this every other night. And you're going to join them soon enough." Every other night... was that even feasible? "I'll... do better, sir." He patted me on my leg. It was supposed to be reassuring, but it felt again like I was being treated like some sort of dog. "Good girl" I can practically hear him say while beckoning me with a treat... I wanted to scream. "Don't worry, those girls don't get by without a little help... once you're a bit more committed, I'll let you in on a little secret about the way we manage it all..." I already knew where he was going and it terrified me into a deeper silence. He was going to make me use some sort of drug and I wasn't going to be able to say no. I just froze and continued staring down at my legs. "I'll do... better.. sir." I finally spoke up, my voice far shakier than before. He seemed amused. My desire to scream shifted to a desire just to cry without his eyes piercing me. To distract myself, I thought back to that girl... Charlotte. She'd given me her number, told me to call her if I ever needed anything. I couldn't understand that level of kindness from a total stranger. But I couldn't get a sweet girl like that involved in something like this. What could she possibly do to help? I had no idea how far this man's power extended, but it was far enough that he could run such an open escort service like this without the police stopping him... I swallowed my saliva as we approached the hotel. "Room 342. Three hours." the man's voice spoke out to me. I knew not to speak back. But this wasn't like any other client. I didn't know what to expect, but when I arrived at the room, I was greeted to not one or two, but five men of varying ages. Some looked as young as high school and some old enough to be my parents... The time provided made a lot more sense now and my heart sunk as I knew exactly what was going to happen. A sharp whistle pierced my ears. "Oooh, girlie, we're gonna break you good tonight~" I wanted to run, but where would I run to? I was completely frozen. It was a matter of seconds before I was surrounded, the door was locked behind me, and I was thrown against the wall with hands grabbing at me from all over. My eyes were closed, I felt lips on mine, a tongue down my throat, a hand down my pants, a breeze on my midrift as my shirt was forcibly unbuttoned. They groped me, pulled my hair, spat on me, called me names... It wasn't long at all before I was thrown onto the bed, a knife was pulled at some point and cut into my stockings, leaving a thin red line across my leg. Unless I could make enough to afford more fishnets... no more gambling for freedom... I didn't even know when my skirt or thong were removed. But at some point these men started ramming inside of me with reckless abandon, tearing at my insides with no care at all how I screamed and begged for mercy. They came inside of me. They mocked me and told me they'd make me a whore of a mother. None of this... none of this was allowed, surely! But I couldn't get out, I was trapped, I was frozen stiff, I couldn't move an inch beyond what they forced me to do. Nothing was about the money, it was all about survival. I did everything they told me, they saw the game on my leg and started writing on me with their own markers... Everything else from that night was a blur. My clothes were in tatters. My boss drove me home in total silence. When he dropped me off, I was given the most harrowing commend he'd ever given me. "That's good money you brought in today. Five clients for three hours. And they want to see you again tomorrow night." I couldn't take it. I ran straight to my apartment. I cried for several hours straight into the next morning. I couldn't do it again, I couldn't go back. There was only one thing I could think to do. I called Charlotte. She didn't pick up right away, but I left a message spilling my heart out to this stranger who was the only person to show me kindness in the last several years of my life... I got a call back a few hours later, she must've just woken up. I told her where I was and she came to my place to comfort me. She brought me some coffee and hot chocolate "just in case." I couldn't fathom this girl. She was like a super hero to me. Why did she care so much? As soon as she set the canisters down, I clung to her tighter than I'd ever hugged my own mother. She just smiled and gently rubbed my back. "Don't say anything, I know, I know," She spoke softly and sweetly. Every word soothed my body, made me melt deeper into her... She gently cupped my face in her hands and looked into my tearful eyes. "Listen to me, understand that you are still human. You have rights. You can recover. And I'm going to help you." That promise stole all of my attention away from every direction my mind was scattered. "You're going to help me?" I replied, puzzled. "Of course," she smiled back at me. "How...?" She looked me in the eye and then down to my thigh. "You lost a lot of games, didn't you?" "You know about that?" I was confused, and I watched as she lifted her pencil skirt to reveal a series of faded, white lines in the shapes of X's and O's... "You don't have to pay him back this way, you know. You can't go to the police, but there are other ways..." "What do you mean...?" She sighed, clearly reluctant to answer. I wasn't going to like whatever she had to say. "Find someone... willing to take your place." It took me several minutes to connect the dots. No, it didn't make any sense... she was a total stranger... I looked her up and down. "Wait a minute," I finally followed up. "Do I... know you?" The girl's face turned somber and she gripped her arm. "I'm sorry, Jess," she spoke quietly, making my heart sink. "I did this to you..." I was stunned. Completely perplexed. She knew my name and I'd never even told her. But as I stared into her eyes and thought about her name... charlotte... I began to recall. I did know this girl... she looked completely different back then. She was shy, quiet, alone... She was a classmate back at high school... I couldn't believe this... she sold me into this whole lifestyle and I never even knew... This whole time I thought she was just being sweet, but it turns out she just felt guilty over ruining my life... "Then... then take my place!" She immediately shook her head. "You... you made me take your place! Now you take it back!" "I'm not going back! You know I can't do that!" "I can't, either, dammit!" I began to cry out to her. She started to cry as well. "I'm sorry," she pulled me tightly into a hug. I didn't know how to react. I wanted to hit her. I wanted to throw her off, but at the same time I understood that she was just as desperate as me. She was a victim, too... We both paused for several moments, hugging each other in total silence. "We can't pass this off to anyone else..." I finally spoke to her. "And I had no right to pass it off to you..." She continued. It seemed like we'd both come up with the same conclusion in our heads. "Then..." "We split our debt?" I blinked and paused for several moments... she really was a sweet girl after all. She was just as scared as I was... "No," I finally stopped her. "I won't let him touch you. And you won't let him touch me. We're both done." "Then how?" She questioned, slowly letting go of me and stepping back. "I don't care anymore. I hate him." "But we can't just..." "While having unexpected sex, it's easy to overlook details... Last night, a knife cut my stocking and I didn't even notice." "You're not saying..." "There's no more games for freedom anymore. We go together, we pretend to offer sex, and we take our freedom back." Neither of us knew what would happen, what the consequences would be. But we had to try. We needed to reclaim our lives.

Call me horny but I have ideas for all four of these images... the idea of mixing them together is interesting, too! I'll need to think carefully about this one...

Dang, I guess I missed it

OoC: This thread is available for everyone. You may use this as an example of how to start your own threads. A few things to note: You will normally specify if the thread is [Open] or [Restricted] in the brackets, and all participating characters for a restricted story should be listed in the tags. ============= Sheila wasn't wholly aware of how long she'd been awake. She just laid on her back in the center of the mysterious room, eyes blankly staring ahead of her at a nonspecific point above her in the grain of the ceiling between the buzzing lights. She felt nothing. Try as she might, she couldn't consciously recall any memories from prior to these past moments of just staring at the ceiling, yet she'd suddenly become aware of her ability to try and recall anything at all. That was a start. Slowly but surely, she began to test her limbs and joints, wiggling her fingers, her toes, her shoulders... her eyes moved around the room to observe her surroundings. She must've been in some sort of house... She couldn't explain it, but when the thought of being brought to a house hit her, so, too, did a wave of intense dread she couldn't quite fathom. There was something that made her want to hide herself, bury herself away so that nobody could ever find her... nobody? There were others... were there, though? She suddenly became aware, again, that there were others like her... or perhaps, over her. Superior to her... that's right, she was a servant... a slave... Sheila concluded that if she had awoken in this room, she must have been purchased and placed here by someone. That must be why she felt such intense fear. And yet, after concluding that she must have been placed here intentionally, she couldn't bring herself to leave her position... she would need permission from her superiors to move... Sheila looked down at herself. Her skin was an ashen gray. It looked as though she had been washed off, but her synthetic skin was stained with dirt and dust, and there were small scratches throughout that she was aware would never heal. She was wearing a simple pair of black shorts and a soft blue tank top. Her cleavage clearly visible from the tank and nothing underneath. She had no pride to feel embarrassed wearing such an outfit. If anything, it seemed practical. It was all to clear even to her what she was going to be used for, she'd been used for it so many times that it had been baked into her long-term memory exactly what her purpose was whether she liked it or not.