I had a good life once. Every day was peaceful and carefree, without a worry in the world. That all changed the day the slavers arrived, three weeks ago. They swarmed into my town, pillaging each building and taking everyone prisoner. No one managed to escape alive. Me, my family, and my friends were all suddenly thrust into the horrible world of slavery. Each one of us was individually evaluated by the slavers' chief. Those deemed too weak to be beneficial, such as most of the elderly and sick, were executed. The strongest of the men were grouped together, as were the smallest of the children. One by one, we were all sorted out based on use.

After hours of waiting, my evaluation finally came. One of the slavers came and collected me from my prison cell, dragging me away from my family. I didn't know it then, but I would never see them again. The slaver, a burly, hairy man, grabbed me by my long hair and clamped a heavy metal collar around my neck. Letting go of my dark locks, he pulled me by a leash into a small, brightly lit room. The man chained me to a post and released me. As he stepped away, another man entered - the slavers' chief.

"All right, let's make this quick. Strip, now."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I shook my head violently. Sighing, the man pressed a button, and I felt a sharp shock course through my collar and into my body.

"I said strip, slave. Don't make this harder than it has to be."

Whimpering, I shrugged off my dress, leaving only my underwear. Maybe, I thought, just maybe I can have some modesty. Another shock gives me my answer.

"The undergarments too. Now!"

Reluctantly, I reached back and removed my bra, letting it fall to the floor and giving the man an eyeful of my perky tits. My panties join the bra on the floor, exposing my most intimate areas. The slave chief looks me up and down appraisingly, then steps closer. He touches my face, calculating, tracing his fingers down my neck. They make their way down to my breasts, which he feels and squeezes delicately, even stopping to tweak my sensitive nipples. Further down still they go, going over my mound and running back up along the curve of my ass. All the while, I whimper in helpless fear.

The chief turned to his man, the one who brought me here. "She'll do just fine as a pleasure slave. Put her with the others." Nodding, the man took my naked body by the leash and led me out to a room filled with the other young women of my village. For a few weeks, we were all trapped in there, miserable. The pleasure slaves were fed only meager scraps, and forced to relieve themselves in a corner of the room. The smell grew unbearable fast. Finally, the day of the slave auction came - today.

The others and I are led out to the market, already filled with potential buyers. The pleasure slave section in particular has amassed a large crowd. My wrists and ankles are latched into a metal frame, positioned to provide the best view and access for any customers. Quickly, a crowd of interested people gathers around me. My bare body is poked and prodded again and again, much to my discomfort. After what feels like hours of groping and abuse, a figure steps away from the others - my new buyer.

Hey there! So I'm looking for someone to roleplay as my cruel, perverse, and sadistic master. I'd love to incorporate noncon, humiliation, ENF, exhibitionism, forced stripping/stripteasing, groping, forced blowjobs/anal, buttplugs, rimming, beast/tentacle, watersports (receiving), maybe some body modification, DDLG, leash-play, training, skimpy outfits/lingerie.

My only hard limits are blood/gore, snuff, breeding, underage and futa.

Below are some choices for where your story can go from here. I left the setting intentionally vague and ambiguous so that you have some freedom to choose that as well. With a few details changed, the roleplay could occur in medieval times, modern day, an apocalyptic future, or perhaps even a galaxy far, far away. The choice is yours.

Option A: I'm kidnapped or bought by a creep who keeps me in his specially designed basement, slowly breaking my mind from a defiant young woman to a submissive fucktoy. I have a more detailed prompt for this here.

Option B: I am bought by a sleazy nightclub owner (this could be set in modern day or the future) to entertain his club's guests. This will entail me being a stripper or a waitress, forced to obey the demands of the club's customers (you could play the owner and/or the individual customers). Another variation on this: I play a celebrity in this same scenario, forced to work at a strip club/brothel made of other enslaved celebs.

Option C: I am bought by a Hutt from the Star Wars universe, and used as his personal fucktoy. Prompt for this here.

Option D: I am bought by a wealthy family as a maid, and forced to perform both real and sexual chores around their mansion.

Option E: Celebrities are forced to work in an underground brothel and club reserved for only the 1% of the 1%, the elites who run the world. There, celebrities are kidnapped and enslaved, forced to serve and pleasure wealthy businessmen however they desire. We could even bring more celebrities into the story here. You could play the club owner, and maybe some of the patrons too. I also have a prompt written up for this one specifically.

Option F: Invent your own buyer/concept! Just keep the situation generally detestable in tone please.

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!

The more exciting, vivid, and creative you are, the better chance you have at getting a response :)

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