Kyanna Flynn's name inspired fear in anyone who recognized it. She came out of nowhere and quickly rose to the top of the arms trafficking scene in the United States, partially through her brutality with her enemies and partially through her diplomacy with her allies. The people that did business with Kya and treated her with respect found good prices, consistent delivery, and guarantees that everything would be up to expectations or it would be fixed at her loss. The people that picked a fight with Kya would find that she had ears and operatives everywhere, and when they were least expecting it, they would find her sitting in their house ready to end the conflict for good.

There were 2 rules when dealing with Kyanna that anyone learned quickly:

1. Don't fuck with Kyanna
2. Don't piss off Kyanna

Okay, maybe it was more like one rule, but the joke made about her temper and *extreme* way of dealing with enemies said two. It was funnier that way. Despite the fact that you knew this joke already, you had broken both the rules. Maybe you were acting on someone else's orders, maybe you were some upstart trying to overthrow the Queen of Guns, but the end result was the same.

One day when returning home, you turned on the light to find none other than Kyanna sitting on your couch, looking at you with a single raised eyebrow. The door closed behind you, one of her guys now blocking the door as another stood nearby. There were three of them and one of you, plus it didn't help that Kyanna had a gun on the arm of the chair aimed at you with her finger on the trigger and you could only assume that the other two were armed as well.

"Sit down, I know you know who I am and I *definitely* know who you are. We have some things to discuss. If you value your life, you're going to be very cooperative. You've already hurt my feelings, and I'm known to act pretty rashly when I'm emotional" she said with fake hurt in her voice, picking up the gun and aiming it at your head as you moved, "you know, David. You should have told me she was so pretty. Maybe she was just trying to get my attention. Well, sweet thing, now you have it. You pissed off the Queen and now she's here to get you to stop being a pain in my ass. It'd be a shame to have to shoot you, you'd make a great cunt eater. So why don't you start by telling me who the fuck told you it'd be a good idea to try to do business in my territory?"

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So yeah! Basically your character made the mistake of trying to enter the world of arms dealing either on the order of some larger syndicate or on their own, and now Kyanna is here to make sure you're never a problem again. Lucky you, she doesn't really want to kill you. Unluckily, or maybe luckily, she wants you as a sex slave. A girl has needs, after all.

As you can assume, Kyanna is strictly dominant. There's going to be no reversing this on her, she has all the cards and you really don't. I write on discord exclusively and write between 1-3 paragraphs, however I hit the discord character limit pretty consistently. Oops, your girl gets carried away,

I'm looking for someone willing to play a futa, enby, trans woman, or female character who will become Kyanna's newest sex slave in exchange for their life. Sorry guys, Kyanna is very gay. She's not the softest dom, but if you do what you're told, you'll find she's pretty reasonable. Send me a message with your kinks/limits and describing your character to me and if you made it this far, include the word "Pierced" in your message so I know and can give ya priority.

Kinks (none required): non/dubcon, bdsm, body worship, cbt, chastity, foot domination, butt plugs, body writing, piercings, tattoos, casual use, sadomasochism, strapon use, human dildo, mind breaking, and some more out there ones if the right person comes along

Limits: underaged anything, incest