The fort has a certain smell to it, it can't be exactly pinpointed, but it does smell. Sweat? Blood? Is it just the general aura it has? Either way, the walk to Caesar's tent is making me increasingly nervous, the way these men are looking at me, the thoughts they aren't even trying to hide.

I'm welcomed into the tent, the war table to my left, comms to my right, the veritable Caesar directly ahead of me, seated at his throne. I get the same feeling here though as I did on the walk up the hill, these men, all looking at me like a wolf looks at meat, ravenous, insatiable... Caesar begins his monologue.

"How dare you stand before me, Caesar. You must have noticed on your walk from the gates that in this Legion, my Legion, women do not stand how men do. Men go to war. Men are capable fighters, explorers, warriors, soldiers. Now, I realize you may have taken out Benny, a commendable action indeed, but I don't have high praise for one murder, especially not one where the victim was found in his bed naked. That same charm will not work on me, nor my men."

The air starts to feel heavy in the tent, Centurions have moved between myself and the only exit, weapons at the ready, surrounding me, their dogs already prepared to attack at the tiniest provocation.

"Women, in my Legion, cook. Women clean. Women keep my men happy, keep morale up, raise the young until they're ready for training. Women do not engage in combat, in acts of war against my enemies. They're weak, frail. Now, it seems to me you have two choices in your current position. You can either try to escape, at which point my Centurions will not even get involved, instead the animals will rip you to shreds."

He motions, causing an almost feral sound to pour from the mongrels in the tent, at least 4 of them, which I'm no match for even with this knife. I don't even turn, I don't dare break eye contact with Caesar, for fear he may snap and send the hounds anyway.

"Or... you'll kneel. Now choose."

So, the premise I have here is fairly simple - I had been thinking, and the Legion won't even let most women fight in the arena, why would Caesar allow a female courier to have the chip back, to go and do something so important as destroy House's securitrons, to play such a large part in the war like that. It kind of seems to go entirely against Legion ideology in general.

I'll be playing the female courier(or, I can play a trans courier, which being berated for and subsequently turned into a soldier could be a fun play!), I've already killed Benny, I have the chip, and I get to the Fort, so far thinking everything is normal. I'm greeted at the gate, have my weapons and chems stripped of me, holding onto a knife I've hidden, and am led to Caesar's tent, where the above takes place.

My only limits here are going to be beast(no, I don't want the Legion dogs fucking me please), extreme gore, and snuff, otherwise the members of the Legion, and Caesar himself are expected to do as they please with this woman who clearly thinks too highly of herself. Bonus points for degradation, beating, bukkake, impreg, anal, creampies(in any hole). Also, feel free to move me into the arena, not to fight obviously, but to make an example. Please put the phrase 'inferior whelp' in the subject so I know you read this far.

I will be playing in first person, but you're welcome to play in first or third, and either control only one or many Legion members. I do ask that while I am ok with you playing multiple people, that you keep it to one at a time, even in rp, dealing with multiple directly simultaneous partners is difficult for me.

None of this post reflects my feelings in any way! This is entirely fantasy, and is for adults only, 18 !

Other prompts are always open here!