I'm cold.

That's the first thing I think as I feel myself stirring from a deep sleep. With a head full of fading static noise, I blearily look around. Nothing on the walls, no windows, and a solitary light hanging overhead. The only door to the small room was closed, and did not have a handle. A small screen was embedded in the wall, protected behind an inch of thick plastic. The floor was bare and looked like concrete. No signs of elegance here. The only piece of furniture, if you could call it that, was a large cabinet in a corner. I'm lying down on some sort of pad just large enough for my petite frame. And I'm completely naked.

Suddenly, the door opens. A man steps in – paunchy, balding, clad in little more than a robe.

"What the FUCK?!" I scream. "Who– what is this?"

I rush at the stranger, but he pushes me back with ease. I fall to the pad in the center of the room, suddenly feeling very dizzy.

"I am sure you have many questions, but I must make a few things clear," the man speaks in a soft but firm voice.

I try to stand, but realize with horror that I can't.

"You will notice your strength has not yet returned. This is intentional. I did not want you to get too playful while I introduce you to your new life."

A chill runs down my spine as I realize I don't remember how I got here. Last night, I'd been at home... alone...

"D-did you drug me?" I ask. The man's silence speaks for itself. I feel the blood drain from my face. "No... let me out... let me OUT!"

My protests were met with a swift slap across the face, and a bright red mark soon blossoming on my cheek.

"Silence, little cunt. You need to listen now."

I force myself to bite my tongue, my hands trembling.

"There are a few concepts you need to grasp. Firstly, there is no escape. You are here to stay. Any attempts at escaping will be punished severely. Secondly, you belong to me now. You are my property. You may become my prized possession, or you could amount to worthless trash that will need to be discarded. In essence, I own you. Incidentally, I could not help but notice the slight modification to your nipples. I am glad that you are pierced, but barbells do not suit you. We will have to change those out eventually."

Shuddering, I cover my breasts with my arms, ashamed that this stranger knew about my most intimate piercings. Tears well up in my eyes, and I begin to shake my head in panic. "No. No, this is crazy! You can't do–"

I'm cut off with another slap to my cheek, sending me stumbling backwards.

"Disobey and be punished. You will learn that soon enough. If you are a good little cunt, you will be rewarded. So far, your track record is not looking good. You will need to make up for your actions later."

Clutching my arms across my chest, I glare up at the stranger. "I'll find a way out of here. And I'll come back with the police. And–"

The man moves faster than I thought was possible, pinning me against the floor.

"Now now little whore, none of that nonsense." His breath is hot against my face. "You are never going to escape. You are my plaything, my object to do with as I please. I will torture you, I will pleasure you, and I will fuck you." At this last sentence, I feel all the air leave my lungs. "Yes, little cunt, I am going to fuck you. All your holes belong to me, and they will all be put to use."

I freeze, suddenly petrified with fear.

"Now then," the man says, releasing me and returning to his feet, "your first act of submission will be to put on your only piece of attire."

He walks over to the cabinet and pressed his thumb against a screen I hadn't noticed before. The door opens with a faint click, and the perverse stranger pulls out a silver ring, flourishing it for me before closing the cabinet again. "This is your collar. Once you put it on, you can eat."

He sets it on the floor between my legs and walks to the exit.

"And if I don't?" I ask, making him stop in his tracks. He turns around.

"I do not see that as a possibility. You will submit to me. See you soon, my little fucktoy." He presses his thumb against the screen and the door popped open. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, I use all of my remaining strength and jump to my feet, dashing for the door.

By the time I'm halfway across the room he was already closing it, sealing me inside. My screams don't escape the soundproof chamber he's put me in.

Hi! The premise is simple: I'll play a fiery and defiant young captive, and you play the foul pervert trying to turn me into his submissive sex slave. All the odds are stacked against my character, but her spirit remains strong, even as you try to take away her sense of self. Who will prevail?

Kinks I'd like to include are noncon, dubcon, humiliation, DDLG, master/slave, collars, leashes, gags, oral, anal, buttplugs, toys, spanking, training, bondage, mind-break, dehumanization, orgasm control/denial, outfit control, TPE, age gap, petplay, cumplay, ENF, CMNF, watersports, and more! My only hard limits are gore/snuff, underage, and pregnancy.

This is a fantasy roleplay, and we would not be playing real people. Real-life creeps will be swiftly blocked.

If you're interested, shoot me a PM! We can work out the details and tailor the scene to fit both of our kinks and interests. In general, I might not be able to respond every day if you want to keep up the prompt long-term, but I'll always try to continue when I can. Please write more than a sentence for your reply – I want to hear your thoughts and ideas!

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