Aura

Rowan's words may have stung a little bit more than he might have intended. Dirty, she was dirty. She couldn't deny that she was dirty, and for someone of her kind, such a description was absolutely shameful. The Aequu are a beautiful people who, thanks to the gift of their goddess, were supposed to be above the needs of the animals they cared for. They were supposed to keep their blood pure and to stay invisible in the eyes of the world which required remaining low in number and traveling in small, orderly tribes. Only their footprint of beauty and serenity should be visible as they work the blessings of their goddess for the world to enjoy. They served their goddess and only their goddess. They would never kneel to the selfish desires of outsiders who wish to use their power for their own benefit, nor would they ever seek to use their powers exclusively for their own benefit either. The Aequu simply didn't live for themselves. They were a happy people just seeing happiness in other people and animals. The inevitable conflicts were the only things they despised about other forms of intelligent life. No matter how much reason you could introduce to other cultures, all are blind to the cataclysmic effects their decisions have on the world. It is why the Aequu must remain isolated and secretive. With that image of the Aequu in her mind, could she honestly say she was living up to her role? She had the excuse of the collar, sure, but even beyond that, she'd willingly submitted herself as a slave to this man who rescued her, she'd made a multitude of assumptions on what her goddess would permit and pardon, and now she was honestly entertaining the thought of remaining by this man's side for the remainder of his lifetime, living at his beck and call and servicing his needs rather than the world. Sure, she was just one of the Aequu, but their numbers were small. She did have a responsibility that she couldn't easily shake. And still, she was forced to admit that she was okay with that. She was okay with shamefully hiding from all of her responsibilities. Never going back and allowing her people to just cut their losses and leave her for dead. Perhaps it would cause more suffering for her to return to her father in the corrupted state of mind she now had. She'd run the risk of unintentionally encouraging others to do the same reckless stunts that she did. Tens of beautiful young Aequu could wind up in her position, and none of them were likely to be as lucky as she was. Not only would all of their fates be sealed, but the duty of the Aequu would fail to be upheld. Their gift would fade with their goddess' power and all Aequu would suffer as the outsiders cease total control over the world and its resources. Nothing would be free, the world would be a prison. Her mind was returning to that same dark place, and yet the entire time, she continued at the same pace. Why didn't this bother her? This should be devastating to her. She should have no business doing this to herself. But Rowan... Rowan made her want this. It was a force she just couldn't explain. Something beyond just love. Maybe it was a destructive, evil force trying to distract her from her mission, but if that was the case, she'd never considered that such evil could feel so good. Her body molded to perfectly fit his cock like lock and key every single time. He's claimed her 'virginity' multiple times now. There was nobody, person or animal, in the world she wanted to make happy more than Rowan. His delighted moans, his loving praise, his comfort, warmth and encouragement... All of it seemed to lift the burden of shame from her shoulders. Despite being more of a prisoner than she's ever been in her life, she felt... free. "Y-yes sir!" She finally moaned out, her face still red as a tomato while she continued to roll her hips, her cunt tightly squeezing Rowan's cock as if desperate to milk his seed straight from the source. "I-I love your... c-cock, master Rowan! I love the way it fills me up! I love the feeling of its... ah~ Its throbbing~" She leaned back into Rowan, her voice growing a bit louder than before. "I love being your thrall~ I love giving it all up to you~ I love that you have so much control over my body and can make me do things I could never do without you! I love you, Rowan! I want to serve you for as long as you live! I want to take care of your every need, no matter how small it is! Nobody has to know. The old Natia died by that riverbank. You rebirthed me into who I really am~ I will be as dirty and filthy as you want me to be, master! I care about nothing else in this cruel world more than the loving hand that has accepted me as generously as it could!" Her words were shameful. It would anger every single person in her tribe. Maybe even start a war. But why should they matter to her? She was left to die. She knew their policies. No one was to go after her. Anyone who left the tribe was to be presumed dead for fear of discovery. Her decision would affect no one there. To return would be to appear as a ghost and nothing more. This was her life now. Though it may be sinful, it brought joy to her and the one she loved most. How could such a lifestyle be sinful? "I want you to defile me, master~ Make me dirtier~ Make me such that only you could ever want me~"

Trent felt a rush of excitement when the critter slowly started to approach. She was quite adorable to be sure, it was strangely easy to forget that she looked more human than canine just from her mannerisms. It really felt like he was interacting with a stray pup than a lost human girl. Still, the surrealism of the situation wasn't lost on him, just pushed to the back of his mind as he focused on coaxing the wolf closer to hopefully build some level of camaraderie. As the wolf drew closer, however, Trent could feel himself growing a bit more flustered. Now that the wolf was closer, her more human traits were becoming more notable. The sublte contrast between her snowy white fur, no, hair, stood out a bit more now that she was closer. It was strange, Trent never recalled having issues talking with girls at all, and he was able to talk to Raelynn just fine only being reasonably embarrassed by his own appearance, but certainly nothing like this... perhaps it was her... nudity... which was much more apparent now. That must have been it, he never had issues talking with girls, but he easily grew flustered whenever things started to get even remotely sexual. Not because he was some sort of pervert, but moreso because he was worried about being seen as one. And now that he thought about it, he was trying to coax a nude, very young-looking girl closer to him and to some people, that could only look one way. Trent's face was likely visibly red at this point, so he was a bit relieved to find Raelynn taking his lead and kneeling beside him. Her approach helped him to realign his views with that of helping a stray animal, and made him feel less scrutinized for his behavior. Still, it didn't feel right just leaving this young girl exposed like this. He pondered the thought as he watched Raelynn try to reach out to pet the wolf. If she could manage to get her closer, then perhaps he could offer some of his clothing. These girly clothes would probably be more fitting on an actual girl anyway, and they might fit her smaller build better than him, too. They were incredibly tight. Obviously, he wasn't about to strip himself naked, but perhaps she could wear his tank and his see-through blouse could be tied around as a skirt to make it less see-through... Yet, in spite of his distinctly male identity, the idea of being shirtless still felt strangely lewd to him... m-maybe he could just offer the tank? He'd have to figure that out when the time comes, he supposed. In the meantime, he focused on lowering himself further, just like Raelynn, and reaching his hand out gently as well, offering the young girl to sniff it if it would help her feel more comfortable.

When Thomas' cock popped out, Sophia's arousal was kickstarted all over again. She practically drooled already at just the sight of the thing. It wasn't even particularly impressive, just the sight of a cock had made her hungry for it. She had already been reduced to this level of lust, huh? However, before she could even make a move to worship the cock before her, the man had placed his hand on the back of her head and forced his entire length straight into her slutty, drooling mouth. Since his cock was smaller, it was no problem at all for her to take the entire length and we expertly curled her lips around his dick and began swirling her tongue around it like the little succubus she was becoming. She didn't mind being treated like this at all and, in fact, the moment this thought sunk in filled her with a mixture of shame but only amplified the heat of the moment. How shameful this lifestyle was, being reduced to nothing more than a cock-addicted whore~ Almost as if in a hypnotic trance, her tongue immediately got to work wrapping around his girth on all sides as she sucked and bobbed her head back and forth with however little room he allotted. She didn't even need to breath. His sweaty musk was all she needed to inhale. Truly, this was her place. She moaned aloud as she hungrily swallowed the man's cock, slobbering all over it and allowing her tongue to escape her mouth and coat some of his ballsack in a layer of saliva as well. It hadn't been long at all and she'd already become this much of an expert. She strangely took pride in this realization as well. His dick fit so cleanly inside of her mouth. She didn't choke or gag on it at all. Perhaps that might be disappointing to the officer, but she'd hoped her tongue work would make up for it. Her sole mission at this very moment was to pleasure this man however he wanted. There was no money in it at all, just that simple mission. By this point, she'd practically forgotten why she'd even allowed her lifestyle to change so drastically to begin with. She was just loving the experience of having this man she'd just met today fuck her throat like he hated her. She absolutely loved this feeling of helplessness as he had his way with her cocksleeve of a face.

Rose's barrage of questions was rather overwhelming to Halie, but she was no stranger to them. Everyone always said these same things. "No, no, no, you got it all wrong. Anhara's just trying to trick you again. Just like everyone... I think she tricks people into thinking we're the same. I mean, we're twins, we look alike. But I don't know how she does it..." She rubbed her arm and shook her head. "I didn't bring you here. Anhara's just pulling a mean trick on both of us again. I really hate when she does that but she won't stop! But there's no question about it, I'm Halie! I always have been. I'm daddy's little girl and we love each other more than anything else in the world." As she said that last sentence, it was almost robotic. Like the words had been manually programmed into her brain. When she heard those last words, Halie's heart ached for the poor girl in front of her. She hated this part of meeting a new friend. They were always so scared... she really wished Anhara could be more gentle with them. The only thing Halie could think to do was reach out and hug her. And so she did just that. She reached out and firmly wrapped her arms around the sweet, innocent young girl. She held her gently and delicately in a manner far different than Anhara could ever manage. Not that that in and of itself would be enough to convince someone as skeptical as Rose. Still, she hoped that she could at least bring comfort. She hated to let Anhara win with these cruel pranks. "Are you... lonely...?"

Location: Winter Flowers "Ah, wonderful," Serenity approached the man at the counter, her eyes glancing around the room. She knew what she was watching out for could be anywhere and nearly invisible to the naked eye. More importantly, she had to ensure that their conversation couldn't be picked up by any sort of microphone. She also had to be careful about her word choice here. For all she knew, she could be speaking directly to a member of Viper. However, it was a bit of a gamble she would have to take. She wouldn't get anywhere if she cowered at the possibility of any given person working for that gang of thugs. He certainly didn't look like the type who would be a part of a gang, however. He had the look of a handsome gentleman rather than the typical dirty street rats that made up Viper's community. But generalizations like that wouldn't get her anywhere either. "Do you cater? I would like to take to have a bundle of daisies shipped to a friend's address..." As she spoke, she helped herself to one of the small blank cards on the desk and a pen and began writing out a message in very thin calligraphy, or at least, as thin as the pen would allow. When she was finished, she capped the pen and slid the small card toward Zack. One look at the card and it was clear there was more than an address on there: Star Lite Motel -- Room 143 I have some questions I wish to ask. Please come tomorrow night at 10. Bring the daisies, too. I am not concerned with your crimes, However, you may be in danger. "Will that be okay?" she followed up? "I'm willing to pay extra for this service, of course. But I would really like them delivered by then. How much would this cost?"

Trent was utterly confused at this point. Just what was this thing? Was it a person? An animal? It was like the type of thing you would see in a video game or something, totally surreal to see in real life like this. Whatever the case, he could tell by now that it didn't seem hostile, at least not just yet. Assuming that this was indeed the source of the howling, perhaps he'd been panicking for no particular reason. That on its own was a relief to know and, honestly, he would rather take the chance that he might be wrong in his deduction than continue fleeing. There were a lot of questions he needed to ask and only so many answers he could arrive to. Slowly, he removed himself from Raelynn's support. "Maybe she's not dangerous after all...?" He suggested before kneeling down slightly with her good ankle. "Hey there~" As he called out to the creature, his voice became a bit more high pitched, to his own surprise. It was a gentle voice that just came naturally to him and unlike the voice he'd cried out in before, this one sounded much more feminine. "You scared us," he continued to speak in the same girly voice, it strangely seemed soothing to himself as well, though that would be embarrassing to admit. "Are you lost like us?" He wasn't certain the creature could understand him, but considering it looked like a human, he figured it was worth a shot to see if they could talk. He offered a warm, motherly smile as he spoke to the girl, maintaining eye contact and trying not to mind the exposed parts below her face. "Don't worry, we won't hurt you. You can come over here if you like!"

As soon as she heard Rowan's praise, Natia's shame only grew in the excitement she felt when she was once again called 'good girl,' It was such a patronizing thing to say, she should hate it, but something about Rowan praising her like this just left her relieved that she'd lived up to his expectations. As Rowan started to lift her, she gasped and immediately lifted her face from her hands, still blushing furiously as she moved her hands to Rowan's arms to keep herself supported. Before she knew it, he'd pulled her back into his lap, his cock effortlessly penetrating her, and sending shivers through her whole body. "yes~" She moaned in a hushed purr. Her small pussy gripped his cock tightly, as if she'd been starved for it over the course of all that teasing. The girth of Rowan's cock once again filled her cunt all the way up to the cervix, stretching her wide open and forcing her legs apart. Her back arched with a loud moan. The position was a little awkward for her, but Rowan was holding her firmly and she knew she could trust his grip. Though his request, or rather what felt more like a soft command, made her blush even more. He really wanted to see how lewd of a woman she was able to be. "Y-yes sir." She blurted out without much thought. As far as she was concerned, she was his servant. She was indebted to him, even if she enjoyed every moment of her servitude, she still should be as subservient as she could be. She wanted to pleasure Rowan the way he pleasured her. That feeling was so rewarding. But such a request... to... f-fuck herself... She'd have to do the movements herself. It was different. She wouldn't be simply letting him have his way with her small body. She was going to have to figure out exactly what he liked herself and provide it for him... Such an embarrassing task. Father would be ashamed to see her like this... But still, as she bent forward, trusting Rowan's grip to support her as she began to roll her hips, moving up and down on his throbbing cock underneath the water. Even though it wasn't visible from above the water, anyone who saw them together in this position would very easily be able to tell what was happening just by looking at her red face. "Th-this... is all new to me..." She stuttered out. "...This sort of behavior is... so strictly forbidden back home..." As she spoke, she began to find a rhythm she was more comfortable with, bouncing more regularly, able to support herself more confidently. Her cocksleeve squeezing his dick as tight as she could as if to milk it. "Ahh~ Ahhh~" She moaned in pleasure. "S-so... vile... dirty... wrong... S-so disgraceful~" She panted out between moans, a crooked smile spreading across her face as she realized just how exciting it was to explore such forbidden fields of her heart. "I-I fear I'm not the woman my tribe taught me to be. I... I love this~" She moaned aloud yet again, careful to keep her voice low so as not to disturb Rowan's relaxation. "S-sorry, I-I'll keep quiet..." She resumed to riding his cock in silence, only the gentle splash of the water with every bounce to be heard underneath her heated moans.

The harsh laughter of Mei Yi stung Alez's aching heart, but it wasn't an unexpected response. Of course, the very idea of such a place as Coelis would be entirely foreign to a person birthed in a world of hatred and war, but Alez knew from first-hand experience that it was true and very much real. She was certain that, by Goddess Caelisia's grace, these two beautiful women would have their quarrel washed away in the rivers of Coelis and they'd be able to relax together in peace for all eternity, all their wounds healed and their strife long gone. "I have offered this to you both. I have no respect for a god or goddess who would lead their world to death and decay with no promise of salvation. Help me return home and I will show you this fanciful world that which you call a fairy tale. It is a kingdom called Coelis." She extended her hand out to the mortal. "I don't know why or how we were brought here, but I need to return home and I will find my way there with or without either of you, but I want more than anything to heal both of your suffering. In a place like this, I can't do that. So I plead with you to let me help you both ease your hearts and see the beauty of each other all over again and to see how foolish it is to think that there is anything stopping you from loving each other and spreading joy as far as you can reach."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Trent repeated, he supposed it was a good thing he didn't have any experience walking in heels. But he was left with an even more uneasy question. Why was he in heels? Was he brought here by some sort of pervert? The only other person here was this woman who he'd already noted was quite attractive. Maybe this was some sort of strange dungeon they were being kept in for some sort of psychological experiment, or maybe there were hidden cameras around recording their action and they expected to see some sort of lewd behavior... The idea sickened him, he wasn't just some play thing, but whatever this was, somebody must have cared a lot about this in order to prepare all of this. The idea of this being some Frat House prank felt more and more far fetched the longer they went on. Still, there was some strange sense of... excitement? He couldn't deny, this almost seemed like a roleplay he'd done online before... Maybe that's why his mind immediately went there... but, this was reality! There was no time for gross thoughts like that! Especially not when there was another woman who was in just as much danger as herself... h-himself... involved... What the woman described gave furthered the uneasy feeling on Trent's mind. It hadn't really hit him yet himself, but indeed, every single room and hallway he'd walked through and seen looked exactly the same as this one. Almost like it was formed with some sort of RNG algorithm in a video game. Dead ends that led to nowhere, empty rooms one after another, everywhere you looked was the same yellow color. It was somewhat easy on the eyes, but the ominous silence broken only by the both of them and the hum of the lights along with whatever was following them definitely destroyed any of the warmth the colors provided. As he was lost in thought, the woman introduced herself, Raelynn, and asked for his own name. Before he could even process the answer to her question, he found his mouth already moved to answer it. "Trish," he blinked. Trish? Why did he say Trish? That was his online alias, but it was the immediate natural response that came to his mind That was never the case as far as he could remember. He never had any issues separating 'Trish' from 'Trent,' what happened between then and now...? "Y-you can call me Trish." He retroactively corrected himself, not wanting to make a liar of himself. As Raelynn offered to help him walk, he took the offer and placed his arm around her, trying to put that blunder behind him. He started glancing around. "Okay, well, maybe there's somewhere we can hide... if it's an animal, maybe it can't get through doors. Have you seen any doors?" As he glanced over his shoulder, he froze in his tracks as his eyes met with what he might have concluded was the source of the sound they'd both been panicked about, but the appearance of the 'wolf' had baffled him beyond words. It could be described as a 'wolf,' perhaps, but it looked more like a normal girl with the ears of a wolf... like some sort of anime character. "What in the world... Um... Raelynn," He gestured toward the 'animal' behind them. She was hunched over, keeping low as if trying to hide or blend in, but she totally stood out in the sea of yellow. The way she was staring, she looked just as threatened as they did... but despite her cute appearance, she also looked dangerous, like she was ready to make a decision the moment something moved. Trent stayed as still as he could, maintaining eye contact so as not to make any sudden movements. "Should we... back away...?"

Before the officer even moved, Sophia could see the final decision forming in his eyes. It made her heart skip. There was excitement in his face, but also a hint of anger. He was frustrated by her teasing. He wanted her to submit, to give everything up but she wouldn't. He knew he could get in trouble for what he was about to do. He knew he was supposed to restrain himself. He knew he was about to break the law he'd sworn to protect. But this was anarchy as far as she was concerned, and she was about to free this man from the mental prison he'd locked himself in. This is who he was. Who he really was. And, honestly, it was a little scary. As much as she had been teasing the man, he wasn't just some scrawny boy. He had enough bulk to really cause some damage, and judging from the size of his bulge, it wasn't just his muscles she had to worry about. But just as the decision to give up his reservations must have been liberating for Tom, so, too, was the realization for Sophia that she'd gotten herself in too deep. There was no denial now. No getting out of this situation she'd put herself in. Even if she decided she didn't want it anymore, she'd gotten him worked up. He'd rape her if he had to. Now, she had her excuse. Sophia's heart skipped as her arm was grabbed, nearly crushed in his forceful grip, and the towel was torn from her body and tossed to the side. Her bare body completely exposed for everyone in the room. Her smile was gone, the games were over, now that he'd won, it was time for his reward. She had to put her money where her mouth was or she'd only be a disappointment. And then, those simple, beautiful words hit her ears. Such a lewd request from an officer~ Her arm was released, but her head was immediately pushed down to his crotch. She could smell his scent. An odor that was all-too-familiar to her at this point. Without a word, her hands hastily shot to the man's pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers down to see what she had to work with.

(This side story has reached its conclusion and will now be locked)

Trent could feel a sense of relief but also dread when he was finally addressed by the voice he was pursuing. Before he knew it, the woman had turned the corner and he was met by the face of an espcially beautiful young woman, someone who seemed to be about his age. She looked to be just as confused as he was, but she also seemed to be fortunate enough to be wearing much more comfortable clothes rather than the humiliating ones he'd been dressed up in. He blushed furiously at the idea of whatever thoughts might be running through the woman's mind and it immediately caused him to grow timid and flustered. It wasn't so much the fact that he didn't know how to talk to girls, he was more than comfortable around women, far more so than other men, in fact. It was just the way he was dressed. He didn't want to give her the wrong idea about what kind of person he was, but even moreso, he was nervous about having to admit that some part of him kind of did enjoy being dressed this way regardless of how degrading it really was. Finally, the woman looked at him and addressed his limp. This was able to snap him out of his internal debate and he was finally able to find his tongue. "Ah, it was these heels..." He lifted the heels he'd taken off of his own feet. "I have no idea where they came from, but I was dressed in all these clothes when I woke up... Here..." While his voice was definitely deeper than a woman's, it wasn't exactly what one would describe as 'manly.' His voice was still rather soft and boyish, it was just another aspect of him that other men often teased him about. His masculinity was never something to entertain. He shook his head. There were more important things to worry about. As far as he was concerned, they were not safe out here in these hallways. "I tried to run when I heard that howl, but I fell and had to take these shoes off. They're impossible to move in! But that's not important right now, we can catch up later. I don't suppose you have any idea of anywhere that might be safe? I have a feeling we're being tracked..." He glanced over his shoulder as he spoke to see if anything had been following him in his blind spot.

While Trent was slowly preparing himself for whatever--or whoever--he might run into on the other side of the wall, his heart was racing in anticipation. But before he could peek around the corner, he heard the loud howl of... a wolf? The howl reverberated from wall to wall. He couldn't tell if the sound was near or far, but it was clearly inside. And being inside a room with a wild animal was never exactly a fun idea. Especially in heels! Trent could feel his heart catch in his chest. Any sense of safety was gone now. If there was a wolf nearby, the last thing he wanted was to end up in the same room as it. Trent knew nothing about animals. He had a vague understanding that wolves would howl when separated from their pack, but he also knew they would howl to communicate on the hunt and he had no idea how to differentiate between the two. As far as he was concerned, this wolf had picked up on his scent and was about to try and corner him between him and his buddies. Panicked, Trent immediately started running, no longer acknowledging the possibility of his theoretical kidnapper standing nearby to grab him. He felt he had no choice but to run the risk, but the threat was still there. He was terrified of running straight into the arms of whoever brought him here. As he began to run, however, he was reminded of just how difficult it was to move in heels. It was only three steps before he stepped on the side of his heel, rolling his whole ankle and crashing to the ground, leaving his right ankle twisted. "Ah! C-crap!" He couldn't help but exclaim under his breath. The pain in his ankle stung when he moved it. He still had no idea how far away the wolf was from him but the fear that it could turn the corner at any moment sent him into a panic. Immediately, he started wrestling with his shoes until they finally came undone and he was able to rise to his feet, but running on that ankle was impossible. He stumbled his way over to the wall of the room and supported himself with the wall as he tried to move as quickly as he could with just the one leg, wincing in pain every time he had to readjust by putting his right foot down. What was going on? What kind of crazy place was this? Why was he in a dress? Why was there a wolf in here? Why was he being hunted!? Was he going to be eaten alive before any of his questions would even have a chance to be answered? "Please, please, please, God, if this is some sort of punishment, I don't understand yet, but I'm sorry!" He pleaded in a panic before turning another corner. Suddenly, he heard another sound. A voice, a human voice! Someone who sounded like a woman, just as lost and confused as he was. Could this be some huge elaborate prank to humiliate him? Sure, but at this point, he'd just have to be mad about that later. The other fear on his mind was that this could be a trap set up by whoever brought him here. They would know he'd flee from the wolf and wind up in this compromising position. From there, they'd come and grab him and... God, what was the purpose of any of this!? No matter how many negative directions he could take this train of thought, the truth was he only had one choice. He had to interact with whoever this voice was and hope it was someone on his side, and that calling out to that voice wouldn't attract the attention of anything else that wanted to eat them both. "Hello?? Help! Please help me! I-I heard a howl here and my ankle's hurt!" His voice was somewhat deeper than one would expect by looking at him as he called out to the voice he heard. He knew it was going to be humiliating to be seen in these clothes, especially by a woman. But he would much rather be embarrassed than in the jaws of some wild beast.

She's really cute! And absolutely! The thread is open to any and all characters! You can also feel free to start your own side story with any particular characters too!

It was 8:00 and the show was about to begin. I was dressed in a black long-sleeve shirt and black pants like the others. Everyone was quiet and movement was limited for us stagehands. It felt like such a waste being stuck back here. I was only here because I flubbed my audition. I hated it back here. Everyone above me barking orders to make sure the set pieces are in just the right place while we magically stay out of everyone’s way. It’s like we shouldn’t exist unless it’s convenient for them. Thankfully, the second act didn’t have any set changes. So I really just had to make it to the half-way point and I could sit on that prop sofa for the rest of the performance. Everyone called me lazy for that tendency, but there was no reason for me to be there while nobody would allow us to move or touch anything. It’s not like I cared, it was a thankless job either way. I knew from experience many plays over, nobody was ever gonna care about stagehand #3 who made sure to put the rock exactly on top of the glowing tape and not one centimeter to the left. Everything was going smoothly. 30 minutes in, blackout. It was time to mobilize. While the actors all funneled behind the curtain, we needed to set up the pieces for the next scene. As we each scrambled to grab our assigned set pieces, I reached for the right wall panel and pushed it into the exact place it was supposed to be, and quickly retreated backstage. It was then that I heard the horrid sound you never want to hear. Creaking. Wood. Followed by a hushed “Shit! Just go!” from behind the veil of darkness. My heart dropped as I knew whatever happened, it was going to be blamed on us. I was just about to ask, but I found my answer on my own as I recognized a brighter yellow color where a deep green should be. Some idiot must have kicked the wooden tree cutout. The support was broken so the whole thing would fall! This piece was essential for the final scene where the kidnapper is supposed to jump out from behind the bushes to abduct the protagonist, leading to the story’s climax. “What do we do?” “We’re just gonna have to hold it.” “During the scene??” I heard the hushed but angry voices discussing. “Lily, you’re the smallest!” Huh? Me? I didn’t want to make any noise, though. The show must go on, as they say. “Fine, whatever.” My frustration was implicit. I knew this would only result in my blame when the final scene goes embarrassingly wrong. This also meant no sitting during the second act. The rest of the show went on smoothly and everyone else seemed to have forgotten about the incident except for us, of course. It was all we could think about. When the time finally came, I did exactly as we discussed. I entrusted my setpiece to another stagehand and moved the tree out onto stage, carefully keeping it supported from behind. I was just small enough to be hidden entirely by the tree’s width, so I was able to hold it from behind to keep it upright. But I wasn’t prepared for the kidnapper’s arrival. It was a male student, John, my senior, who clearly took a liking to the vulnerable state I’d assumed. Rather than hiding behind the bush like he usually did, he just walked up to me, placed his hand right onto my breast, and began to squeeze. I could do absolutely nothing. I couldn’t let go of the tree or everyone would see us. I couldn’t even move or the tree would as well. My heart was racing as his hand just made claim of my body and I could do nothing to defend myself. Wh-what kind of sick joke was this? Slowly all of my worries about the tree began fading from my mind, yet I still didn’t compromise my position. Something about this made my whole body… heat up. I was still a virgin and had no boyfriend, I’d never been touched like this by a man before, but… no, this was wrong. Not here, not like this, what the hell was he thinking? And, just as swiftly as it began, it was over. He left right on his cue and leaving me red-faced and wet. What was that? Nobody seemed to notice or care when I got backstage again. Everyone just thought I was embarrassed about being so close to a boy. The play wrapped up like it normally did. I took one last check backstage to make sure everything was in place and, just as swiftly as he’d appeared before, I felt John against me. I could feel every inch of his erection against my butt and his hands were gripping my breasts again. We were alone this time. My heart was racing faster now. “Wh-what are you… you can’t just…” “You like it don’t you?” “I… what…?” “You put so much effort into being a stagehand. Nobody appreciates you, right? You’re just an object.” No response. He knew the answer. “I’ll appreciate you, beautiful. Even as the object you are~” I wanted to scream. And yet, I couldn’t deny his claims either. I hated his method, but some part of me was excited. We could do something so many high schoolers could only dream of. Right here, right now, and that was exactly what he seemed to have planned. “...prove it.” My skin crawled as I said that. Every inch of my body was fighting to stop me from saying it, yet he’d managed to coax it out of my shaky voice. I'd just sold myself to a school life of slavery. And that thought alone erased all other thoughts in my head. It was only a matter of seconds before our clothes were off and I finally got my seat on that sofa... =============================== Ah! 1000 words just isn't enough! I really wanted to continue this story, but I suppose it's just as good if I leave you wanting more~

Ooh! How am I just now finding this club?? I'm definitely going to have to participate in the next challenge~

Hungary

Location: Winter Flowers; closing time It had been a while since Serenity had a brief interaction with a suspicious male in the parking lot of Star Lite Motel. At the time, she didn't think too much of him. At worst, he would prove to be yet another eye on the streets. At best, a simple socially distant person who has a distrust for other people. In this city, both of those possibilities were equally likely. It wasn't long after that which she'd had a little chat with a young woman who was incredibly nervous. That poor girl went pale in the face the moment she knew what she was being questioned about. She knew what she was doing wasn't legal. Under the circumstances, however, the legality of it all wasn't Serenity's concern. It was the why that was important for her case. It was very clear this crime wasn't something she wanted to do, but it was also very clear that getting a direct answer from such a terrified mouse of a witness would be about as simple as counting the hairs on her head. In spite of her cold front, she did feel great sympathy for the woman. She had a feeling she knew exactly what was going on here and, from experience, she also knew the girl would be punished severely if any information was leaked. That was why she was here, at Winter Flowers. She'd been searching all day for the very vehicle she'd caught on camera earlier. Connecting the dots, it was very easy to tell who that suspicious person in the lot was. At the moment, she didn't have any suspicions that the man was a part of Viper, but she couldn't rule out the possibility. Since she was still off duty, it was impossible for him to use police resources to track down the vehicle. Not to mention any actions with government resources would no doubt be trackable by an organization as powerful as Ghost is rumored to be. Still, she needed to follow any lead she could get, no matter how small. Surely she would be able to get something useful out of this man, enemy or not. If he proved to have important information, it was quite possible she could strike a deal that he would be foolish to refuse. She'd finally managed to locate the truck she'd been searching for and it seemed just in time as the time on the door showed that it was nearing closing time for the store. Serenity pushed the door open and stepped inside. It was a public area, she needed no excuse to go inside. She was also not in uniform, so she wouldn't have drawn any particular attention from anyone except one person she was confident would be here. If her understanding of the situation was right, however, he wasn't likely to admit to recognizing her. "Hello? Is it too late to make a purchase?" She spoke softly so as not to disturb the atmosphere too much, but with the voice of a dignified woman. One who was well-versed in maintaining her manners, but perhaps a little too well-versed, almost as if she was an expert at faking such manners. At least, that's how most people would tend to interpret her personality. It didn't matter to her, though, as long as it didn't interfere with the results she'd get.

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. ================================= Trent awoke leaning against the wall in an empty room. His mind was a bit frazzled, but it didn't take long at all to recognize that something was off. The very first thing he noticed was rather hard to ignore. He wasn't at home. As soon as he realized he didn't recognize the room he was in, his heart stopped for a moment and he immediately scrambled to his feet, heart racing as his eyes darted from left to right in the empty room, scanning the environment. It was like an empty office building. No furniture or anything, just... blank space. There were two doors on opposite sides of the room. He'd never been in a place like this before, all he could think about was that it was like some sort of horror movie... had he been kidnapped? Was this some sort of prank by somebody from school? He could only hope for the latter but he had a sinking pit in his stomach, as if he just knew there was something more sinister going on here. Realizing that nobody was around, he slowly rose to his feet and as he shifted his body, he felt much more... slippery? It didn't feel like there was as much friction between his legs or under his arms. It didn't take more than a glance at his armpit to recognize why. To his horror, every hair on his body was clean shaven off. There was nothing, not even stubble. He ran his hand over his arm and blushed deeply. His skin was silky smooth like... like a woman's. Something about the lack of hair made him feel more... naked... embarrassed... h-he was a man, he was supposed to have hair! How could he possibly explain this to his parents? To his church? Looking down at himself, he was even more horrified to note that he wasn't wearing his own clothes, either, but girl's clothes. And definitely not innocent ones at that. It was a skin-tight black see-through blouse over just a white tank underneath and a black miniskirt that only covered about half of his thighs and barely covered his... genitalia which was also perfectly clean-shaven along with his legs which were coated in tight-fitting pantyhose and ended with feet encapsulated in shiny black heels. Something about being dressed in these clothes he was embarrassed to find especially arousing. This had long been a secret fantasy of his, being forced to dress up as a woman and degrade himself. He even regularly roleplayed out similar topics online before as well. He'd always go by the name Trish... But now was definitely not the right time to be thinking like that. He was far more concerned with how he got here and why he was dressed this way. His horrified mind could only jump to one conclusion. Somebody must have found him from his posts online and abducted him. Hopefully, it was just for a prank, but if so, it wasn't funny at all... he could get in serious trouble for being dressed like this...! Trent couldn't find the voice in his throat to call out for help. He wasn't sure that was such a good idea. After all, it would naturally attract the attention of whoever put him in this humiliating outfit. No doubt, they didn't have pleasant intentions. He needed to find a way back to his dorm where as few people would see him as possible. But that was a huge task considering he had no idea where he even was. He slowly made his way toward the nearby doorway, his heart racing in terror of what he might find when he'd peek around the corner.

You can feel free to do this! Please add at least a brief description of your characters in the Wanderer's page, though, so that people can at least have a ballpark idea of what to expect out of them without having to dig through the OoC thread. I wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to create a main RP thread as it might give the illusion of a centralized plot, but I think having a single thread open to everyone will be a good idea for people to have an environment they can introduce their character into, so I'll probably make a main thread after all. Remember, though, your character doesn't have to be limited to one thread at once! Feel free to create as many separate threads as you want!

Ah! I see you already created an album. You've posted an image in the description of the album, but you can download the image and upload it through the gallery by clicking on the "Add Image" button. You can then edit the description to add your character's description using the recommended template if desired. If you want a good example, you can look at Trish's profile. Raelynn's is also really nice! Your profile doesn't have to be as wordy and you don't even necessarily have to fill out every bio, just a brief description of the character is alll that's necessary. Also, I noticed there's already an abundance of characters already posted! I'm sorry if I didn't notice! I thought I had the gallery followed and that nobody had posted into it, but apparently I didn't and you guys already have! I have class coming up, but I'll get back to reading up on your characters before long!

This definitely sounds like a really interesting premise! If you struggle finding anyone to play with, I might be willing to contribute Trish to such a story. Perhaps your character's interactions could cause another to recall true or even false memories of being a slave to your debt. I could also include a new character if Trish isn't to your liking. Perhaps a soft, innocent young girl who got mixed up in the wrong crowd?

I don't see any reason that would be frowned upon. As long as you can find a partner whose interested in fem doms and male subs. The whole purpose of this roleplay is to set up quick and easy characters to get right into the action. Feel free to create as many characters as you like! You can freely edit them as much as you like, too, so you don't have to worry about fully committing to whatever decisions you make early on.

However you want to do it! Each thread is a new story and can have as many characters as you want. If anything, this roleplay format encourages having lots of characters together since you don't have to worry about one person going inactive and everyone else's characters getting screwed over. Of course, if you're more comfortable with 1 on 1 that's just as good! You can develop your character more intimately that way. Of course, I strongly recommend creating your character and then finding someone here to discuss your ideas with before starting a new thread.

I don't think flavored lube would be considered food in this case. increased natural regeneration and stamina would be considered supernatural abilities. Unless your character has traits of a starfish or something along those lines, you would not be able to regenerate in any supernatural way. However, it's up to you and your partners to decide whether or not everyone can fall asleep and wake up to, say, that hand you cut off being right back. Additionally, your hand getting cut off could not even be real for the continuity of another thread. A mermaid may be a difficult character to play in this setting. You could take the approach that perhaps such a character would be able to transfigure between having legs or a tail based on whether or not they're in water. While transfiguration would be considered a magical ability, you could argue that not being able to transfigure leaves you trapped in whatever form you were in. Alternatively, I suppose your character could wake up inside of a large fish tank on wheels or something. At that point it would be considered a personal item. Though you might find that excessively restrictive. And again, you could always do both! In one story, you could have legs and wander around like a normal person. In another thread, you might be in a tank of water with a tail, only able to move around in that confined space unless someone finds you and pushes your tank along. That latter idea could actually make for some pretty interesting interactions. Absolutely, if you leave a trail you can always find your way back. The rooms are infinite, but they are unchanging. They might be sad, or they might be too distracted with the newfound opportunities unfolding before them~