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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

That was certainly interesting. There certainly were benefits to this friendship, a reasonable trade perhaps actually. Considering he was usually going to pay to see her and accepted she would be fucking other men with some frequency, but that was her job. It was just something not to think about. It was not that big a deal. She was a friend, not a girlfriend, so it really should not be that big of a deal she was having sex with others at the same time. Similarly it was not impossible he would eventually fuck one or more other women here, or elsewhere. Though he was still some ways away from doing it with anyone outside the building an

"Oh! Thank you. Well, John's actually been doing a lot fir me, even convinced me to move out here after some fallout bac home," Tracy said quietly as to not be rude in front of his friend and Texas, "As far as settling in... Well... He's been pushing fir me to get to know the ladies, as he called it, more the staff than anything. Other than that it's a nice island, I just don't like the way some of the guys aroukd here look at me. I think it goes with John's strength and self defense training that I look buffer... Or something along those lines." "Ah... Hmm..." Amon starts after hearing that Texas had died, not sure how to turn the conv

Texas: She sits up a bit in her chair and looks off to the side. "Well...you might be aware of how some people end up here, am I right? Some are drawn here by a need or purpose, or what have you. Others, find themselves here because of some weird resonance they have with the ideals that our benefactors built this place on. Then there are other varying...reasons..." She pauses for a moment in thought as if trying to find the right words. Then she sighs. "As for me...well I died." Her voice had very little emotion behind the words. At least not as much as one would expect for someone talking about their own death. "Well, more or less. Any

I took a look at a few sites before commiting to one, and this one has by far the nicest layout, most up-to-date UI and it's intuitive to use. I think clubs are a super good idea. I like the way EcchiTexts work. The Community seems pretty cool (though i'm still new, probably haven't met the inevitable assholes yet, but that's a good sign in and of itself). The folks i've spoken too have all been welcoming and accomodating. My first roleplay is a lot of fun already (Shoutout too @PervertedDragon). Thank you to the staff, all of you. I don't know any of you well yet, but you're doing a great job as far as I can see. Thanks to the people I'

Texas: She stared at Amon from under the rim of her hat. "I'm ain't one to turn down a free meal. Especially steak." Ginger suddenly seemed tensed as she watched Texas engage in conversation with Amon. But Texas paid her no mind. "If I remember correct, your that fella I heard the captain praising before. You got here before me. Guess that makes ya my senior. My name's Texas, like the state."

"Fantasy is that thing that will always be beyond our reach. The wonders of imagination that keep our thoughts alive, our creativity and passion for stories ever burning. Without fantasy, without fiction, what would we have but the same old history? After all, history is bound to repeat itself as the saying goes. With that-" The weary man sighed, sitting back in his chair and staring at the screen, the bright glare doing it's best to keep him awake. He had been tasked with writing an article, one that would delve into the discussion between fiction and reality, the benefits and cons of each. Believing the whole argument to be pointless,

"Oh well we exchange handmade gifts ot order gifts for everyone or we do a secret Santa. We were cute outfits and have a good feast. Very few clients come that day but if they do come the girl he chooses gives him the time of his life. Anything ot the list goes that day."