(I am 21 , and will only write with someone who is 21 )

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“... And we’ll reconvene next week to discuss the new budgetary proposals.”

A clatter of chairs marks the meeting’s end. Only I remain seated, as proud as any monarch on a throne. Silga, my omnipresent bodyguard, towers up behind me, watching every boardmember with her sharp eyes. The massive orc easily dwarfs my slender elven frame, yet she may as well have been invisible as my corporate underlings exchange their final words with me for the day before departing. In the end, only one remained - A young, nervous looking human man.

For a moment, I can feel his gaze linger awkwardly on my pointed ears, or rather the silver piercings that adorned them. An elf’s ears were precious, sensitive in the extreme, and piercing them was commonly the domain of whores and slaves. When I’d first appeared wearing them, it had been something of a scandal. But I was Aurora Norvyre, the very pinnacle of this city’s corporate elite. When I created a scandal, it became a fashion statement. I’d even seen a couple of the new interns mimicking the style!

… If only they knew.

“Yes Cas?” I ask.

The fellow shuffles his papers, “Ah, apologies Director,” he began to speak quickly, “I just wanted to discuss our pharmaceutical shipping routes with you again. Another truck was hijacked on Pier 13 last night and…”

He trails off as Silga suddenly shifts behind me, but I smile encouragingly for the human to go on. From here, atop the gleaming Norvyre Industries skyscraper, it was almost impossible to imagine how dangerous the world beyond could be. The gangs and smugglers who ruled undercities and slums even a few minutes’ drive away from the last corporate security checkpoint. The docks were the most dangerous of all, and though pharmaceuticals were just a small item on Norvyre’s income statement, they were only slightly less precious than weapons for the criminal element - Basic medicines that were miles ahead of what an impoverished local hospital might have, stimulants that could drive soldiers into a murderous frenzy, aphrodisiacs that filled users with a wild, unquenchable lust… And a hundred other addictive substances that could simply flood the streets.

I knew all that and I knew more than I could ever say here.

“Director,” Cas earnestly pressed on, “This is the fourth time this has happened. I think the Pier 13 workers might be dirty, or maybe even the owners too. I’ve already started drawing up some proposals to find an alternate transit hub for our pharmaceutical subsidiaries and -”

I feel Silga’s powerful hand gently press against the small of my back.

“Cas,” I cut in, raising a slender finger, “There will be no need. We have a long term contract with the owners, it would be expensive to break it. And besides, they’ve given us very favorable rates. We could lose twice that number of shipments and still come out ahead, couldn’t we?”

“I, er…” Cas shuffled his papers again and admitted, “Yes, we could but-”

“Then it’s just the cost of doing business, isn’t it?”

Cas nodded weakly. Here, for a moment, was the perfect image of upper-city hierarchy. The human worker, the orcish bodyguard, the elven ruler. Everything so perfectly in its place, with not an inch of freedom to move.

Again, I felt Silga’s hand press against my back. Another signal. This time it was as if something had changed in the air between us. Something almost imperceptible, in the way I walked in front of her as we made our way down to the garage, my heels clicking against the ground, bare arms clasped meekly in front of me, head just slightly lowered. Eyes filled with nervous anticipation. Ears twitching softly as my piercings began to hum gently against them softly stimulating me in a way that no human could understand.

An unspoken command sent from afar. Playful? Mocking? Angry? Knowing whose hands were on the other end, I could imagine any and all of the three, and I hastened to obey as surely as if at the end of a leash.

My car was waiting, a long, sleek, black armored limousine with more countermeasures than an army tank. The driver stood outside - Another orc, of course. Most of the workers down here under the building were. His eyes barely alighted on me, before he turned to speak to Silga in his rough, guttural tongue.

I stood there, eyes averted. I couldn’t understand a word of orcish, of course, and even if I had all I could think about was the tantalizing buzzing at my ears. My face had to be flushed embarrassingly red by now.

The doors opened, and a firm hand guided me into the spacious interior.

Silga sat on the leather seats in the back, arms and legs spread out lazily. And I… knelt down before her, my eyes locked on my hands as they clenched together on my knees. My ears twitched as the piercings hummed again, and I rubbed my legs together in frustration. It was taking all of my self-control to not simply slide my fingers up my black pencil skirt and into myself to find some release.

But by now I well knew the consequences of that.

Silga, seeing my predicament, laughed, and ran one meaty hand through my hair.

“You’re running late, slut,” she rumbled wickedly, “Don’t think the boss will be letting you off easy today.”

And I, Aurora Norvyre, could only moan in response.

—

The sight in the courtyard is one part rave and one part orgy, that continue to crash into each other, neither starting. Lights are a mixture of neon looking leds, and fires in oil barrels. A heavy hitting electronic hardcore best rumbles along the ground and echoes against the walls. Dancers of every race and in every state of undress and sobriety perform on elevated cages, and directly with the writhing mass.

The woman who left the car looked nothing like the one who had gone in. My bare feet moved hurriedly across the cold floor, my nude body now openly displaying tattoos that matched the same symbols decorating dilapidated walls and streets across this entire district - Marking the property of Clan Irontooth. My hands, though unbound, remain firmly clasped behind my back in a display of a slave’s subservience.

Silga’s firm hand grips the leash magnetically sealed to my collar. It’s an almost funny gesture, in a way. I already know that all the cybernetics buried inside me are controlled by the clan now, tracking my every word and step. Ever since the Boss decided he didn’t like me touching myself, I can’t even cum without his say so! Not that it’s kept me from trying, or kept me from countless sweaty, breathless, frustrated nights alone in my bed.

No, in a way the leash is… protection. A sign to everyone that I was nobody, beneath notice, that any challenge or threat was to be directed at my holder. Just one more slave owned by Clan Irontooth.

The only things left of Aurora Norvyre are the two gleaming studs in my ears.

—

“You’re late, Urt.”

Urt. A small name. A slave’s name. Even here, in the heart of Irontooth territory, the Clan would never dare whisper that they owned one of the most powerful corporations in the city. Knowledge was the real power, after all, and the more who knew the secret, the less it was worth.

My leash dangled between my bared breasts and coiled on the floor as I knelt before Boss Surbag. I dared not lift my eyes off the ground, but I could see him well enough in my mind’s eye - Huge and battlescarred, with one broken tusk which he’d never cared to fix.

“I had to explain,” I plead, my voice soft and meek as I fought to bring my attention away from the desperate fire between my legs, “You took another shipment too soon. They’re going to catch on. I had to-”

“Enough from you, elf.” The order rumbles out sounding more bored than angry. Heavy footsteps approach, and I feel a rough hand stroke my hair, and cup my cheek. “Your worries are always so amusing to watch. Perhaps I’ll give you some Deluge to ease your thoughts, hm?”

My heart skipped an excited beat at the mention of the drug. It could fill even a nun with the wildest desire, and ever since I’d tried it, well… It was never the same without.

“We’ll take the shipments as we please,” Surbag said easily, his fingers tilting my chin so that I looked right back up at him, “Our contacts in the authorities will tell us when we’ve gone too far. Not some corpos whining about their margins.”

Yes, that was Boss Surbag - Powerful, terrifying, and eternally confident and intelligent. In all the time I had known him, he had never needed to raise his voice to get his way. And gotten his way he had, a thousand times over, ever since the day we’d met - Back when he was just another up and coming clanmember, and I was a young heiress fooling around at sleazy undercity parties.

The day he’d set me on the path that led to Aurora Norvyre kneeling before an orc.

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Aaand breathe! That went on long, longer than I’d like even! But I hope you gave it a skim all the same! While I generally stick to rp posts that are a few paragraphs tops, you can consider this to be an idea of the general vibe I’m going for - Someone at the top of the hierarchy is molded and corrupted until they are little more than a puppet and a plaything. I’m looking for a partner to take up a GM-like role in this fine endeavor - Though if you like, we can keep most of the focus on one main character from your end as well.

As for the actual story? Well, we can carry on with that of Aurora, either from the very beginning of her descent into Surbag’s grip, or else from where she is today. Or we can play out something similar yet completely different! A king who slowly sells his soul and kingdom to a scheming succubus? A noblewoman quietly blackmailed into subservience by goblins, or conquered by her favorite gladiator? An emperor commanded by his own harem? Something else in a fantasy-cyberpunk setting, or in the far, far future? While the snippet above is centered around a female character, A4A means A4A, and I’m open to playing as or across from any gender, so feel free to shoot out any and all ideas! I do have a preference for writing third person in actual roleplay, but I can be persuaded to continue in first as well. Please include your favorite fantasy race in your message to show that you’ve read this far.

I’m open to a mix of lightheartedness and darker themes, and to varying degrees of story and smut depending on what we come up with. Respondents interested in worldbuilding with ideas of their own to expand on the prompt are greatly preferred! While I would like to begin things on Reddit PMs, I’m happy to move over to discord for those who prefer that. Reddit chats will be ignored.

Kinks and limits are listed here, but most important of all is literacy: https://i.imgur.com/yBDHja0.png