My vision of an ideal scene is a feeling. A vague memory. A sensation. A weak, sighed moan, a body tensing up and falling limp, the sight of a dripping, broken hole. It's over and you're on the floor, laying on your side, leaking, covered, sweaty, flushed red and stained white. Thoroughly used, so used that nothing matters any more. Another round? Three more rounds? My friends? Strangers? It's gone so far that it doesn't matter. So far into the void of subspace that it's more resignation than desire, it's acceptance. My scenes aim to capture that ephemeral feeling.

"Body Count": You've had a wild year. For whatever reason, perhaps new-found independence at college, or a recent divorce/breakup, you've been tearing things up on the dating apps and in bars, taking full advantage of your freedom. You've been trying to keep it low key, but it's a small town, and people talk. It didn't help that you'd let a lot of the guys take pictures. You're usually so drunk you barely remember their faces. But one night out, you're seeing more familiar faces than usual. They're also talking to each other, comparing their phones, glancing at you occasionally. Something is up.

"Turned out": You don't quite remember how it started. Maybe your boyfriend was in debt to some bad people, maybe you wanted drugs, maybe someone sold you. Maybe your husband convinced you to do it. Perhaps you're trying to push the boundaries of onlyfans content. That was a while ago, though, at this point all you know is the cheap motel room, the filthy bed and the door opening every so often to serve you some new indignity. Maybe you're having fun, maybe you're not, maybe you've been told you'll get to like it, and you're fighting that thought with every bit of your being. You don't even bother to lay on the bed, your spirit is leaving you. You feel it drip out of you, every hole, you feel it in the pit of your stomach, you feel it smudge on your cheek face down in the condom wrapper littered carpet. This is your life now. The last little bit of yourself is leaving. Maybe you were always meant for this, maybe this is your inner nature, but a part of you fights that thought.

The door creaks open and fills the room with light. Footsteps, you can't tell how many. It looks like its about to start again

"Walk of Shame": This scene will start with you already having been degraded. Some men at a party had got you incredibly drunk (or drugged, forced, or maybe you're just an absolute slut who willingly serviced a crowd, your choice based on your consent preference) and used you for hours. They had tied your hands, forced you to your knees and repeatedly used your throat. Your face, hair and clothing are soaked. It was a blur of hours of gagging, feeling throbbing cocks cumming straight in your throat, sticky cum drying on your skin, cracking.

Showing a mild measure of mercy, they let you catch your breath, half-conscious, they bent you over a chair all took a turn on your cunt and filled you up. Slapping you, degrading you, triple penetrating you with "cum dump" written on your forehead in marker. As a final indignity they force you to your feet and push you out the door to walk home.

Now stumbling home along the side of the road, their semen running down your leg, your white shirt transparent with spit and cum, the stench clinging to you as a hanging reminder of what they used you for. Aching cunt and ass, feeling their loads sloshing in your stomach, you trudge along a back road, you see the illumination of headlights behind you as a vehicle comes to a stop. That's where the scene begins. We can also do a low-detail recap of the initial gangbang session that leads into the walk of shame scene to pin some things down

"Abandoned by Master": Your master has been displeased with you lately. You've tried your best to please him, but maybe it was simply your gag reflex, maybe you passed out too quickly, or maybe he just gets off on making you suffer. He takes you to an adult theater, you've done it before, sucked him off with a pile of perverts watching, putting you on display, making you drive home with his cum on your chin, but this time he's barely spoken to or addressed you, curtly ordering you to follow him. You see a hundred eyes crawling all over your body, but feel safe knowing he's there to protect you from the mob. You dutifully open your mouth and use your throat to please him. This time he holds your head down and forces his load directly into your stomach. That's when he leaves without a word. The men are all watching you intently, you wait a few minutes, he doesn't come back. You see the men approaching, a few seats at a time, you can hear the sounds of them stroking themselves and you're alone, all alone with dozens of depraved perverts.

"Instructions": Maybe its a guy you were talking to online that you really liked and want to impress. Maybe he has some information you want to keep hidden and its blackmail. Maybe he's offered you a significant sum of cash.

Regardless of the reason, you have been told to get dressed up and go clubbing. You will text him. He will text you. You will do whatever he says, anything, and you can be sure that it's not going to be easy.

"Caught in the Rain": Home from college from the weekend and looking forward to housesitting for your childhood home, you barely notice as you lock your keys in your car. Stuck in a sudden downpour, you take refuge under the back awning. That's when you notice your older neighbor peeking his head out of the garage, he's having some friends over to set up his new "Man Cave" and offers to let you dry off inside. It doesn't take long before you can feel eyes all over you

"Prison Mistake": As a correctional officer, you are used to dealing with some tough customers, but a staffing error and a few badly timed sick calls leave you working alone on the wing with the sickest, cruelest inmates imaginable. This would be a darker scene with heavy BDSM, massive multi-man gangbangs and strong humiliation aspects

"Lot Lizard": Hitchhiking might be exciting, but nobody said it would be easy. Stranded on the side of a mountain road without seeing a car for hours, a generous truck driver gives you a lift to the closest rest stop and even buys you something to eat, but you're still stranded. Luckily, he knows a way you can make a lot of money, very quickly, with or without your cooperation.

Consent: Variable. With the types of scenes they are it could be a very submissive girl who's having a great time pressing their boundaries, or it could be a mind-break type scene, but full start-to-finish noncon isn't really my jam

Content: These will be extremely hard and rough scenes with a lot of degradation and name calling, a lot of humiliation. Rough, sloppy facefucking, double and triple penetration and hard manhandling, women in helpless situations being used freely, degrading positions, multiple creampies/throatpies. Interrogation and confession are something I definitely gravitate towards.

It might be good to let me know how much setup/dancing around to do before getting into the "action". Building tension and the psychological aspect is great, as long as we're moving towards something rather than roleplaying someone's breakfast before they get into a situation that evening. If you've got other fetishes you want into introduce like raceplay (I admit I do like asian girls a lot), cuckoldry (me playing the part of the bull), or whatever else let me know and I can probably accommodate.

Limits: No celebs/real people/furry stuff, blood, toilet, not really into futa, sorry. Fantasy stuff is a big "maybe" if you've got a great idea. Definitely prefer things go where we're both equally contributing to the scene, so one-word replies and expecting me to act as a storyteller isn't a good fit.

Contact and Meta: If you dig the vibe of the prompts and have your own ideas, I'm onboard to hear it! I'm totally open to workshopping this and tailoring it to your preferences

Message with a quick description of your character, and any limits you might have (I'm flexible). This can be long or short term, but detailed is preferred. Or if you want to chat an share fantasies that fall into this kind of scene idea we can come up with some utterly sick fun. I'm up for one-off, multiple sessions or ongoing collaboration. We can use reddit messages or chat, whatever works. I can do Discord for long-term.