I am 18 and all players and characters must be 18 .

It didn't come suddenly, but the intensity of it caught us all off guard. When the sun set on our great kingdom yestereve, our advisors expected to have at least a fortnight to prepare. The very next morning we awoke to the rumble of a flurry of stones crashing right through the city walls in a staggeringly coordinated blitz. Taking to the watchtowers, all that could be seen beyond the remains of our once great citadel, was an army of men and trebuchets. Their raucous chants grew louder and louder, their flags lifted proudly. In that moment, we all knew there was little left that we could do; it was too late. And though the sun may have set on my land, I cannot allow it to set on my people.

We had to surrender... I had to surrender. Convincing my council was no easy task, but the passion with which I insisted was enough to earn their compliance. Each one made way to the corner towers of our inner ward, ready to hoist the white flags high. Meanwhile I rushed to don my finest robe, freshen my countenance and adorn myself with the finest jewels we had in the kingdom. With the final touch of my gilded tiara perched atop my head, I was ready. As surreal and scary and terrible as it is, I will do what I must for my people.

The portcullis was raised, the drawbridge extended, welcoming your men into the very heart of our nation with no further need for destruction or violence. My soldiers kneel on either side of the grand entryway, their weapons laid on the ground before them. In the center of the grand hall, I kneel most humbly. The infamous warrior princess herself, decorated like a queen and shackled like a prisoner. Metal cuffs bind my wrists behind my back; a pair of 6" high heels locked around either ankle ensure I can't run off. The keys to each lock are strung on a golden chain around my neck. My vacant gaze is cast down on the floor just before my knees. I can't bear to look up, let alone make utterance. The scene speaks for itself.

The following series of events is a blur. It all happened so fast. I was aggressively seized by a group of rowdy, boisterous soldiers and promptly lead out of my home. I hold no contempt for their behavior; I know they've been waiting a long, long time for this moment. They may relish it. To my surprise, I suffered little in the way of assault along the way, save for some wandering, curious hands, a scattering of vengeful slaps and pulls of my lengthy, jet-black hair. A small price to pay for the trouble I've caused you in these recent years. Of course, there was a constant cascade of barbed, malignant abuse spoken to me, but it does little to affect me.

What feels like a lifetime later, we arrive to your siege encampment. It couldn't have been more than a few thousands paces, but these shoes aren't meant for such craggy terrain. As we approach your chamber I draw in a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. The crew that had been escorting me has thinned down to just two men on either side of me, though I'm nearly certain there's more hovering just behind. The doors swing open, and there you are. There I am. Your prize, your conquest. I'm shoved to my knees a safe distance away from you, clambering to the ground with a thud and a grunt. The ambient chatter dies down to a whisper, and then ceases altogether. Grudgingly, I lift my chin to meet your gaze with my pale green eyes. Despite my best attempt at a calm, authentically humble guise, the contempt shines through my features.

"I concede; you have won."

Those precious words are spoken loud and clear, never wavering. My gaze drops to the floor before you, my teeth grit in a wince. My fate is in your hands now... I can only hope and beg for mercy.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------TL;DR: A certain kingdom lead by a beautiful young woman has been a thorn in your side for some years, maybe a decade or even more. She's a warrior herself, often found on the front lines skillfully wielding all manner of weapons from a mace to a bow and arrow. But you've gotten the better of her, and now she's presented herself as a peace offering. You can have everything, just don't hurt her people.

I imagine the story continuing with her tiara being confiscated, perhaps even being crushed in front of her. All of the expensive jewels she had put on were intended to sweeten the deal, and so they, too, should be taken. She could be forcibly stripped, ordered to strip or request the dignity of doing it herself. Whatever happens next is up to us! <3

Limits: scat, musk, sweat, gore, vore, hyper, excessive blood, and generally anything unhygienic.

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