The inn is just ahead.

We’ve taken up too much time completing the quest today that the darkness of nightfall has well and truly covered everything.

It’s a boon for the time being, as no one will see the face you’re making or realize how oddly you’re behaving. It’s just the sounds that need covering up. Under the cowl, you’re like a bitch in heat, panting and squirming, unable to keep your hands from wandering. There’s no way we can conclude our business tonight. It’ll have to wait. Our only destination is the privacy of our room.

Luckily, the inn is mostly dead, and we just rush upstairs. Finally, as soon as we’re inside I toss you onto the bed and lock the door. Before you can get up, I pin you down and begin removing your lower garments. In an instant, my fingers are clamoring inside you, reaching, rubbing, stretching the orifice that’s gnawed away your mind into nothingness. This isn’t something you necessarily wanted but it is something you absolutely needed and your body reacts accordingly.

Your mind goes blank as the carnal feelings flood in and override any previous thoughts. Your body simply takes over as the curse has fully taken hold. You’re like a completely different person to the one I was fighting side by side with just hours before.

As you wriggle and squirm from the actions of my right hand, my left is pushing down on your neck, to force your body into the straw and linen bedding.

“You’re just a little fucktoy. You’re sopping wet pussy is proof of that.”

I take the same fingers that were just inside you from below and shove them into your mouth and begin wiping them on your tongue.

“That’s it. Taste it. Taste yourself. That’s all you are. That’s all your good for, being warm, wet holes.”

I flip you around and pull down my trousers. With a single action, your legs are spread wide, your feet are nearly at your head, and I’ve dived deep inside you. I watch as your eyes reach for the back of your head. You can hardly form words for a response. The tattoo on your womb glows with an increased intensity, as I pull my hand out of your mouth and slap you across the face. The edges of your lips gently curl up in glee.

“You pathetic whore. Is this what you’ve been waiting for. To be stuck like a pig?”

Normally, you aren’t like this. The you earlier was a proud and respectful woman but the current you drools from her loins when shown such disrespect. She clenches around me when I strike her and she moans, wails, and howls freely into the night when I begin pounding her.

The next morning is always awkward. You wake up early, feeling refreshed, energized even. Your legs are still little sore making it a little difficult to walk normally, not to mention your ability to make eye contact with has lessened. The shameless whore is gone and you’ve returned to normal.

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Synopsis:

We’re a pair of adventurers and although I may appear like the one who carries the group, I’m only alive thanks to your supreme power. Unfortunately, that power comes at a cost. You’re afflicted with a diabolical curse. It gives you the ability to call on enough power to defeat dragons but the cost of using that power is turning you into a mindless, cock-starving, set of holes. You need to be debased and humiliated, your every hole used and abused, in order for the curse to wear off and for you to return to your normal self. It’s my job to satisfy those needs

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Detailed Explanation:

The setting is a Dungeons & Dragons-type medieval fantasy, with warriors, wizards, multiple fantasy races, and quests. We’re a pair of travelers making money, completing quests, defeating monsters, or acting as mercenaries.

My character will be an average, run of the mill, adventurer. I have enough skill to hold my own and not hold you back. I’m not useless around a campfire, and I’m good at negotiating with people. But that’s not what makes me so invaluable to you. What I have, is a certain devious nature that can satiate your curse and the discretion to keep it a secret.

Your curse is very particular. It won’t take effect mid-battle and its intensity will be proportional to the amount of power you used. Defeat a couple of thugs, you may need a night of some spanking and name-calling. Slice an Ogre in half, and you’ll probably need a good day of face-fucking, while bound and your other holes stuffed with random objects. Defeat an army, singlehandedly and you’ll need an army of men to gape your holes for weeks and leave you a mess of fluids.

The curse always starts at sundown, whether you can see the sunset or not. When curse takes effect, you’ll be unable to call upon the immense power until you return to normal. It starts off like an annoying itch that you just can’t scratch. It’s not too bad but it can be distracting. Gradually, as time goes on, your body will begin warming up, like a fever and all of your erogenous areas will double then triple in sensitivity. Every little thing starts making you think of sex, of being degraded and treated like a fucktoy. Eventually, it becomes an impossible task to think straight and not touch yourself or get someone else to touch you. You need every fiber of your being to focus and try to be normal. Finally, you become delirious, thinking only of cock. Your normal personality has fully rotted away and what’s left is a set of holes begging to be used. Once satiated, you’ll pass out and wake up back to normal.

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The Underlying Theme:

Your respected and powerful facade belies a hidden, supremely degenerate slut

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Discussion Points:

Your Character –

·        Typical Fantasy Races (e.g. Human, Elf, Gnome, Dwarf, Tiefling, Half-Orc,)

·        Fantasy Role (e.g. Warrior, Knight, Wizard, Rogue)

·        Backstory (e.g. Fallen Princess, Former Farmer, Third Daughter)

·        Superpower (e.g. god-like magic, stop time, immense strength, instant healing)

Our Relationship – Childhood Friends, Random Party, Lovers, Business

Story Direction – Looking for Cure, Bad Ending, Abusing your power for fame and fortune

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Hey, I'm J. I'm looking for a writing partner to help brainstorm and write out this scenario. Mainly looking at using fantasy races but also welcoming any unique ideas, as well as, world-building and character writing.

My Kinks: Objectification, bondage, sensory deprivation, gags, orgasm control/denial, forced/multiple orgasms, slave training and conditioning, anal play, rough sex, oral, throat/face fucking, mind breaking, degradation, humiliation, free use, CMNF, choking/breath play, power dynamics, non-con/dub-con, sadomasochism, slapping, hair-pulling, and so on. Pretty fine with adding anything as long as it's not a limit.

Limits: scat, excessive gore, and being especially unhygienic.

I only do messages, no chat please. Sometimes I don't even receive notifications for it. I also wouldn't mind switching to other messenger apps. Please send me your list of kinks and limits.