Sometimes you wonder about it, think about it, daydream. Sometimes you're walking home late at night and feel a bolt of terror when a group of drunk young men pass by, but there's more than just fear running through you, a little thrill, wondering "what if?", setting your mind to wander, and when you're home in bed, your imagination runs wild in a way you'd even deny to yourself, but you know you're lying, but it's a comforting lie.

That's until you find yourself unable to brush it off or pretend it isn't true, all the times you wondered "what if", the times you woke up from an intense dream with soaked thighs. You're forced to face the reality. You're on your knees in front of a crowd of jeering men or face down on a filthy mattress in a fleabag motel. You're at war with yourself while your body is taken, used and turned into an object of lust.

I'm interested in some extremely rough, very degrading scenes, ones where the subject of my attention is a young woman with an "innocent" or "conservative" background forced to confront some deep-seated desires after being placed in a position where she's in well over her head.

She could be from a conservative culture, family-oriented and terrified of what her family and community would think if they knew this was happening, outcast or worse, god forbid if they knew she was enjoying it.

She may have strong progressive beliefs, hating herself for taking any pleasure in getting this kind of treatment from pack of grunting, leering men who reduce her personhood to a sex toy.

Maybe we go the opposite direction, perhaps she's very forward and promiscuous, but is trying to change that in her life, ashamed of giving in to what she believes is an addiction.

Scenes:

Caught in the Rain

Summer break has just begun and you're staying with your parents at your childhood home. It's comforting to see everything as it was long ago after a semester away, surrounded by wild behavior and frankly irresponsible acts, but you held your ground.

A sudden thunderstorm rolls in, and you find yourself running to the front door before you notice you left your keys in the car. Even running across the yard leaves you soaked with the downpour, so you take shelter under the eaves and wait. Then you hear it, next door. A familiar voice, your long-time neighbor seems to be having a get-together in his garage with some friends. The side door is open. You can hear the 80's rock blaring, and catch a glimpse of a group of older men gathered around a pool table, beer bottles in hand.

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

Prison Mistake:

It’s the night shift, the inmates have been quiet tonight. It’s your third week on the job and you’ve gained a bit of a reputation.
“Don’t give them anything “ was your training and you took that to heart. Your cold demeanour and refusal to engage with the inmates as people got you the nickname “Ice Bitch”

But for now, it’s quiet. Your shift mate called in sick and not wanting to raise a stink with the union being so new, you took the shift alone. Besides it’s 9pm to 5am. Lights out time. You can always call for help from another dorm.

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.

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.

The Debt:

Perhaps you relied on some alternative funding for a venture you wanted to start and it didn't go all that well. Perhaps your boyfriend is a lot worse at gambling than he thought he was, or your family business wasn't cooperative enough for some toughs who were demanding protection money.

You were coming with them, and it wasn't a request. 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

Kinks:

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. I love petite women with slim builds (but its hardly a hard requirement), they're just so much easier to manhandle, and struggle to take larger things in a way I enjoy. Good with raceplay if you are, but not a requirement at all.

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.

Meta and Reply Time:

I generally give replies of varying length, whatever is required to move the scene forward. Sometimes that's 1-2 lines, sometimes it's multiple paragraphs. If I'm vibing with the scene and available I tend to reply very quickly.

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.

I do enjoy long setups with tension building and the like, but I do want to be sure that we eventually get to the action that same day, so keep your available time in mind with that. I prefer reddit chat as of now, but Discord and DM are acceptable too. Typically prefer you write in the first person while I write in the third, but again, not a dealbreaker if you prefer different.

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