The raid had been swift and brutal. Raiders, covered from head to toe in leather and metal, had swept through our village, slashing down everyone who was outside, and burning down any buildings standing. And once they were finished with the bloodshed, they dismounted their bikes and put the survivors in chains, carting them back to the castle. I am one such survivor.

They dump us in a damp stone room, our bodies tired and dirty from the battle and the journey over here. We sit in silence, some whimpering, not wanting to speak as our guards leer over us. After a few moments, an opulently dressed man, snarled expression on his face, walks into the room. He looks us up and down, unimpressed.

'You couldn't get a better batch?' he asks one of the guards, shaking his head. 'Well, I guess this lot will have to do...'

He walks along the line, making quick notes onto a piece of paper.

'No women?' he says, raising an eyebrow, 'We can't have that, can we.'

Pacing back along the line, he stops in front of me, looking me up and down.

'Just put this one in a dress and send him off,' he orders. I try to back away, but quickly two burly guards have grabbed me by the arms and started to drag me away.

Meanwhile, you sit in your office, scanning throw papers and reports, letters and messages. Under your leadership your town had prospered. Avoiding the usual despotism and brutality that had swept over most polities since the apocalypse, you had managed to created a veritable, although small, paradise in the wasteland.

Although this paradise did come at a cost. When the forces of the Emperor arrived at your gates, they realised it would take a lot of effort, and a lot of blood, to overthrow you. So instead they offered a deal. You swear fealty to the Emperor, and in response they would give you autonomy. Knowing you couldn't defeat his forces in battle, you agreed.

But this deal came with some caveats. Once in a while, you were expected to send the Emperor tribute. And in return, he would give you a gift. Often, this gift was in the form of people, or slaves as they called them. You disagreed with slavery, but knew that if you refused, the Emperor would not respond to this affront kindly. And whenever he came for a stately visit, he liked to see his gifts being put to good use.

One such gift is arriving today, and you anxiously await their arrival...

Hi there! As the prompt suggests, I'm looking for a post-apocalyptic feminisation prompt. I will play a young man who, having been taken, is feminised into a gift for you, a reluctant and progressive ruler. Over time, I will accept my new role, and we will slowly fall for each other. I expect this to be a long-term RP, with gradual development, so no fucking in the first 5 minutes. I also want there to be a lot of sexual tension and build-up. I'm happy to RP with people of any gender, but I'd like you to play a slightly more dominant role. I'd also be interested in doing a little world-building.

My main kinks are feminisation, romance, incest, cumplay/bukkake/gokkun, outfits and lingerie, build-up, free use, taking orders, name calling and group sex. My limits are u18s, excessive pain, non-con and skat/watersports.

As for posting habits, I usually aim for around 1-3 paragraphs per response, and hope my partner does the same. I write in the first person present. I aim for more of a pen-pal relationship than a conversational relationship with my partners, so we both reply to messages when we're free.

If you're interested, I look forward to seeing your response. As long as this post is up it is open! In your response, include a little bit of information about how you imagine the RP developing and your kinks, and please just confirm you enjoy lots of build-up too. Too many people reply to these prompts that almost instantly get very sexual.