Hi, thank you for clicking on my prompt.

Personally, I'm on the "rougher, darker" side of kinks and roleplays. I'm a huge sucker for non-con, abuse, humiliation, etc. Even though I don't mind going for a more consensual play, I'm not particularly a fan of Vanilla. With that information on the table I'd like to propose a plot, which is open for some tweaking of course. Or, if you have any other plot you're dying to play out, please don't hesitate to contact me. I'm happy to think along!

Plot <3

I absolutely love partying, festivals, concerts, raves. I'm all here for it. Obviously wearing my appropriate, skimpy clothes and having a makeup plastered face. I'm just a perfect looking doll, looking for a good time. Honestly, I love my parents, but they're just way too overprotective. Even in my twenties I still have to sneak out of the house, or come up with some elaborate ruse. This time, I'm at a "sleepover". Meanwhile I'm actually making my way downtown to some illegal rave. However, unfortunately for me the route is quite unfavourable, having to parade looking like this through the old district, which is heavily known for its rough nightlife, excessive tourism and most importantly; hookers. It's only natural that those gross, well endowed tourist mistake me for a cheap skank.

It doesn't take too long before I'm being pushed up between the brick walls and their beer-belly's, having their gross tongue shoved down my throat as I squirm and struggle. A bunch of greasy hands creep up my top, groping my breast and twisting my nipples.

They smell and taste like alcohol, fast-food and cigarettes and their hands are getting impatient, pulling and tearing harder. I'm being humped from all kinds of directions, feeling their warmth against my body. It didn't take long to feel the first load drip down my soft, milky thighs. Between all the groping hands, I'm desperately trying to convince them that I'm not a hooker. But a few dollar-bills stuffed inside of my mouth quickly put an end to my pleading.

Things spiral out of control and before the height of the night is even reached, I'm crawling around, sobbing, on a leash. Being spit on -or even worse- as more and more people join in to make use of me. Even the homeless couldn't stay away. Before sunrise I have my nipples pierced and I'm wearing a trampstamp, forced to sell myself behind a window. Or even worse, left behind for the dogs, or dragged down into the sewers where the homeless reside.

Information

Alright, that’s about it. I’m happy to change aspects or even create other plots. Point is, I’m open for a lot of kinks. in my opinion this plot can get as extreme and dark as possible, within the guidelines of course, yet I have to find the right partner.

Also, a little about myself to wrap this entire thing up. I’m a detailed writer, writing around 2-3 paragraphs. I have many kinks and I'm happy to explore more.

I am 18 and all characters and participants must be 18

Hope to see you soon. Kisses~