F looking for M or F, Dark violent themes, mostly extreme

[Klio Darque]

Hi E!

So, this is my first request thread, so sorry if it’s a bit basic. My ons and offs can be found here

https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=321697.0

I prefer writing via the boards here as opposed to any other mediums and am looking for someone who enjoys writing multi paragraph responses and potentially some world building. All of the stories below are open to either a male or female character and I don’t mind what the writer’s gender is.

So, have a look, see what you think, and please, if you are interested drop me a PM rather than replying here. Even if you're not interested in the ideas below but want to brainstorm low fantasy / sword and sorcery ideas of your own feel free to drop me a PM!

Escape from the Tower (Sword and Sorcery)

Looking for someone interested in plotting a sword and sorcery tale. The following are seeds that can be fleshed out with my partner, or if you like hit me up with any ideas that you might have for adventures in a low fantasy setting where magic exists but is rare, and those who use it are shunned / feared in equal measure. Could be set in Robert E Howard’s Hyboria or we could build our own World, I’m open to either.

Pairing: F/F or F/M
Level: Extreme
Themes to include captivity, enforced nudity, potential rape / torture, eldritch type horror (including vile tentacled monsters), evil Wizards, various low fantasy tropes

Option One.

My character is a female thief who tried to steal something very precious from a Sorcerer. Caught in the act, she has been imprisoned in a dark cell in the bowels of the Sorcerer’s Tower, where she languishes, naked and in chains, with other poor wretches who have incurred the wrath of the Sorcerer. New captives are brought periodically, though none linger long in the cell; every now and then black clad guards come, take away some unfortunate individual. There is no pattern how long a captive may languish; some are taken away what seems like only hours after they have been tossed into the cell, others may last a week or so - it is hard to say, as no natural light enters the cell so there is no way to mark the passage of time. What is certain is that those who are taken away are never seen again.

Your character will be a new prisoner brought to the cell (also naked and in chains!). Together our characters can plot how to escape the cell, and, from there, escape the Sorcerer’s Tower, which is a place of dark magic and eldritch horrors. What happens afterwards is up for discussion - perhaps they kill the Sorcerer during the course of their escape, manage to seize some of his riches, discover some of his secrets, which leads into further advebtures, or perhaps he lives, to try and hunt them down. Regardless, our characters will have to work together. They may not be natural companions - they may even not particularly like each other - but they need each other to survive.

Option Two

My character is a Sorceress, one just coming to grasp with her power, one who is the Ward of a powerful but cruel Sorcerer King. She lives a live of relative luxury in his Tower, choosing to ignore the cruelties and miseries that he inflicts on his people.

Your character is a Sell Sword, one who has accepted a commission from one of the Sorcerer King’s enemies, that commission being to steal his Ward and bring her unharmed and untouched to the enemy’s stronghold. You will have to abduct her from the Sorcerer King’s Tower, bring her to your Employer. She is young, beautiful, virgin, and your Employer has specified that she is to be untouched. Will you be able to resist the temptation, and what does your Employer wish with such a girl? And of course, the Sorcerer King is not about to give her up easily. He will send hunters after you, both men and beast. And she is not going to want to go with you willingly, at least not at first. She's naive, she's a bitch, and she's chosen to ignore how much of a monster the Sorcerer King is so long as as she's been able to live in luxury, a luxury that she may soon find absent during your journey.

Instead of her being the Sorcerer King's Ward there's also the option of her being his slave, albeit a pampered one.

I envisage either option turning into a romp across a low fantasy world, either something we build ourselves or something that already exists, such as Robert E Howard’s Hyboria. I’m open to writing against a male or female character and don’t mind at all what the writer’s gender is. My preference is very much for writing on the forum as opposed to any other medium, and I’d imagine that I’d be looking at the Extreme board in terms of content, so I’d be looking for a partner who’s comfortable with that. I prefer a good mix of plot and smut, with probably slightly more plot than smut - note for option two, I’m fine with the character losing her virginity - in fact, I’m fine if your character ends up raping her. 

The Experiment - Semi Dystopian

Pairing: F/F or F/M
Level: Extreme
Themes to include enforced long term nudity, physical / psychological torture, potential rape, strange things (cannibal plants / dinosaurs?), creepy computers, dystopian futures.

My character wakes up on a deserted tropical beach. The Sun is shining, the water is lapping against her. She’s in paradise. Except she has no memory of how she got there. In fact, she can’t remember anything except her first name. And she’s naked. And unknown to her, there’s a barcode at the nape of her neck.

Your character is waking up in an identical situation on another part of the beach. Naked, alone, no recollection of how you got there. With a barcode that you can’t see, don’t know is there.

Our characters will meet each other, work together to try and find water, food, shelter. It becomes clear that they are on an Island. At first the it appears idyllic, but that will soon change as it throws challenges at the pair - extreme weather, wild animals, other inhabitants. The landscape will also appear to change over time - yesterday they found a stream of crystal clear fresh water, today it’s gone. They begin to wonder whether they are going to survive the Island.

Our characters are the unwitting subjects of some sort of experiment being run by an Artificial Intelligence. The island is an illusion of sorts, a mental projection, one created by the AI, and which the AI can alter at will. As far as our characters are concerned it is a reality however their actual physical bodies are in a laboratory somewhere, lying on gurneys in a medically induced coma with various leads attached to them, through which the AI can monitor all manner of things. In a nutshell, our characters are human ‘lab rats’.

Serious injury / death is a possibility. If one of the test subjects dies the AI just ‘resets’ the experiment. The character isn’t dead – s/he is still lying on a gurney in the lab. So it becomes a sort of Groundhog Day. Each time the AI resets the subjects have their memories wiped, so each time they wake up on the island it’s all new to them. Who knows how long the subjects have been there for, how many cycles they’d been through? This could be their first time on the island or their 1,001s. Maybe next time the memory wipe doesn’t work properly and one of the characters retains some fragmentary memories of a previous experiment. There’s also the option of varying locations – maybe after the reset they wake up in a desert or a cave rather than the island.

There’s also the possibility of switching the focus from the island to the lab. Maybe a reset goes wrong causing one or both of the characters to wake up on their gurney. That gives us the chance to explore the lab complex, potentially meet the AI, talk to it. Do they get recaptured and end up back on the island? Or maybe they manage to escape, break out of the complex. Maybe then they discover that the world has been laid waste by war or plague and the realities of real world survival mean that the island suddenly seems quite an attractive option. Maybe they want to go back?

I’d expect a high percentage of plot vs smut in this one, probably 70/30 or 80/20 towards the former. For sure both characters will spend a lot of time naked and I’m fine with them having consensual sex. I’d also like to include non con scenes, possibly through them being captured by other inhabitants of the Island or through cut scenes to what’s happening in the lab so I’d envisage both of us writing writing for supporting characters as the story progresses, but initially it would just be the two characters, yours and mine. I should probably also say that I would not want your character to be dominant over mine while it’s just the two of them - this would be two people working together to try and survive, not a non consent relationship (I’m more than happy to include non consent stuff with supporting characters).  [/font]

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[Klio Darque]

Bumping to add a new story seed.

The Fall of Jhaelrynna Dry’alis - Low Fantasy

The Lady Jhaelrynna Dry’alis, known as Jhael by those close to her, is a daughter of the House of Dry’alis, one of the Seven High Houses that founded the Empire of the K’Kra, General of the Armies of K’Kra and commander of the elite Seventh Legion. Trained from an early age in the arts of War, her life has been one of honor, duty, loyalty, first to the Sovereign Emperor, second to her Family, for the High Houses are the blocks on which the Empire was built.

But the Empire was threatened, a dark force gathering in the East, a cabal of Sorcerers and Warlocks who led a mighty Horde, one that spewed forth to swarm over the fertile lands, raping and pillaging all that they found in their path, turning once thriving towns and villages into burned ruins, slaughtering those who stood against them, carrying countless others off, eastwards, to the dark lands that had spawned them, where who knew what horrors awaited them?

The Emperor ordered his Armies into the field to meet the foe, in the shadow of Mount Messine, two days ride from the Capital. For three days and three nights the Armies of the K’Kra fought the Horde. Thousands fell, on both sides. It was said that the scent of blood lingering in the air carried as far as the Emperor’s Palace.

On dawn of the fourth day, the battle was over, the fields a charnel house of slaughter. In some places one could take a hundred paces and find a dead body under each step. And the Horde was victorious.

Jhaelrynna Dry’alis was taken on that final morning. Exhausted, blood oozing from over a dozen small wounds, she had fought until she could fight no more, until sheer weight of numbers have overwhelmed her last remaining cohort. She had breathed in the sweat and blood and reek of the enemy as they had swarmed around her, she had driven her blade deep into the guts of one only to see two more take the place of each one that had fallen, until, weak from loss of blood, she could no longer stand, had sunk to her knees in the mud.

Seeing them circle around her, with nets and chains, she had vowed that they would not take her alive, as prisoner or slave, that she would instead plunge her blade into her own chest, join her ancestors in eternal service to the Sovereign Emperors that had gone before her. But before she could lift her blade to take her own life she had been struck, from behind, a blow from a club that caused her to fall to the ground, lapse into unconsciousness. She would not be fortunate enough to be granted an escape through death. She would wake up naked and in chains, on her way to one of the Sorcerer’s Citadels.   

General Jhaelrynna Dry’alis

Looking for a partner to develop the above seed. I would play Jhael, you would play her Captor, probably one of the Sorcerers that leads the Horde (although I’m open to other suggestions. I’m also open to your character being male or female. And I don’t mind what gender you are).

The story would be in the extreme section, with themes likely to include slavery, torture, rape, humiliation, degradation. Ideal posting rate would be once to twice per week.

Multiple characters is a definite option.

In terms of the World, I’d be looking for something low fantasy, with magic being rare, which makes your character all the more powerful. Also, to note I am looking for a World populated largely - if not exclusively - by humans (i.e. I’m not looking to be taken captive by a Horde of orcs). There's scope for World building.

Where the story goes is fairly open - perhaps my character will eventually break and adapt to her new life as a slave, perhaps she won’t and she’ll fight you with every breath in her body.

If interested, please PM me (I’d prefer to discuss via PM’s here rather than any other method).

[Klio Darque]

Adding another potential story.

Heather Van Zant is twenty three years old, lives in Chicago. By day she works as a bike messenger, couriering documents backwards and forwards across the City, while a couple of nights a week she works as a bartender in a bar that caters to an industrial rock crowd. Heather’s well known as a party animal, so when she’s not working behind the bar she’s just as likely to be on the other side of it, getting wasted.

Maybe the Hunter saw her in the bar, smashed out of her mind. Or maybe the Hunter is a lawyer, a partner in one of the big Chicago firms, and saw her delivering documents. Or maybe the Hunter just saw her in the street one day. A chance encounter, a glimpse across a crowded elevator, raw fate. If the Hunter hadn’t seen her that day she might have gone on to live her life.

But the Hunter did see her.

The Hunter was skilled. After all, Heather wasn’t the first to be hunted. The capture was done perfectly. Heather was on her way home one night, late, when she heard footsteps behind her, felt a hand over her mouth. She struggled, wriggled, lashed out. Then she felt a needle pierce her skin.

When she woke up she could feel the sun on her bare skin. She was stark naked, outdoors, lying on her belly on the ground. The Hunter had left her a note.

“Dear Heather. Thank you for being my prey. I’m going to enjoy hunting you, like the animal that you are. I'm going to catch you Heather, and I'm going to do all sorts of nasty twisted things to you. You'll howl and you'll scream and you'll beg me for mercy. And when I’m done with you I’ll kill you Heather. Slowly. Then I’ll skin you, so you can take your place in my trophy room. xxx”

Heather

Heather

Heather (Semi NSFW)

So, basically, I’m looking for someone to play the Hunter in the above story. It’s intended to lead to a very bad end for Heather. The Hunter will catch her, rape her, torture her (physically and psychologically), and ultimately kill her. There’s not going to be a happy ending, so please bear that in mind if you’re interested.

I don’t mind if the Hunter is male or female (I also don’t mind what the writer’s gender is). I also don't mind if you want to write your own note for Heather to find. S/he would have been drawn to Heather by her tattoos - the Hunter likes to skin tattooed girls then stuff them so that he can display them in his / her trophy room. With regards the area where the Hunt takes place, that could be the Hunter’s private estate somewhere in the US, a deserted island offshore, the wilds of Siberia, or something else altogether - I’m open to suggestions but figure that the Hunter has the resources to make Heather disappear and transport her to pretty much anywhere.

If interested, please PM.

[Klio Darque]

Adding another potential story. Also still looking for anyone interested in writing The Fall of General Jhaelrynna Dry’alis

Shot Down behind Enemy Lines - Modern War, Real World

Karma felt the vehicle lurch to a halt. She didn't know how long she had lain in the back of it, bound hand and foot as it had lurched along, every jolt throwing her against its sides. Whilst she presumed that she was in the bed of some sort of pick up truck, she didn't even know that for sure, for the black cloth hood that the Separatists had pulled over her head after they had captured her had served its purpose well, completely obscuring her vision, leaving her in a world of total darkness as they had driven her off, her ribs still aching from the boots that had flailed into her as she had lain on the ground, unable to block the blows her captors had landed on her when they had caught her, less than two hours after she had ejected from her stricken aircraft.

The thirty one year old Naval aviator could feel a raw knot of anxiety rising in the pit of her stomach. As long as she was in the back of the truck nothing was actually happening to her, but the Separatists were obviously taking her somewhere. She didn't know if she had now arrived at that destination or they had halted for some other reason, for she thought that the engine was still running, although it was hard to tell for sure. She could hear voices, talking in what she presumed to be either Ukrainian or Russian, neither of which the slim brunette spoke. Maybe they were handing her over to regular Russian Fed forces, maybe not.

The voices were getting louder. It sounded as though they were arguing. Then she heard the engine switched off, another sound, the tailgate being lowered. She'd scarcely registered it when she felt a hand grab her by the ankles, pull her across the bed of the truck. She tried to lash out, tried to kick with her booted feet, only managed to connect with thin air. And then she was falling, for a split second, before she hit the ground, hard, grunting, lying there, on her side, bound hand and foot, hooded. She still wore her nomex flight suit but they had stripped everything else from her, not only the military issue gear like her survival vest, her flight helmet, her sidearm, but her watch, her sunglasses, all taken as trophies, mementos of the day that the US aviator had fallen into their midst, her F18 blown from the sky by a surface to air missile.

She could hear the sound of laughter, felt hands grab her by the upper arms, jerk her roughly to her feet. She could hear more talking in the Slavic language, recognized her name. "Sawyer." It was on her ID tags of course, the tags that they had snatched from her after they had captured her. Lieutenant Erin Sawyer, United States Navy. F18 driver. Shot down over eastern Ukraine for months after the long simmering tensions there had developed into a full blown shooting War between the United States and the Russian Federation. Call sign Karma. As in Karma is a bitch.

Karma felt herself being pulled forward, the hands gripping her firmly, her boots dragging across the ground. There was a sound that might have been a door opening, and then the surface under her boots changed, became more regular, more even, suggesting that she had just been taken indoors. She heard other doors opening as they took her deeper into whatever building she was in.

And then she was being tossed forward again, flung to the ground, landing on her belly on something hard, her front taking the full impact of the fall, gasping as she felt the wind knocked out of her, lying there, alone in the darkness of the hood as a door was slammed shut. She thought that she could make out the sound of a key turning in a lock but she wasn't absolutely sure.

Karma closed her eyes inside the hood, tried to process everything that had happened since the ejection. She had managed to get off a brief transmission so her Squadron back at Vinnytsia would have known that she had survived the ejection. They would have probably scrambled the Pedro CSAR bird but the Separatists had got to her first, more than twenty of them, heavily armed, converging on her. She had tried to hide from them but they had caught her almost immediately, punched her, kicked her, then brought her here.

Wherever here was.



Looking for a partner to develop the above seed set in a near future (2025/2030) where the new Cold War has gone hot. I would be writing for Karma, you would be writing for her captor(s). Initially that might be Ukrainian Separatists, with the possibility of her later being handed over to regular Russian troops or the FSB. The possibility of both of us playing multiple characters is definitely an option.

The story would fit in the extreme section. This is not a story where I’m looking for a happy ending, Stockholm Syndrome, my character falling in love with her captor, etc. I’m also not looking for her to be taken back to Moscow as a sex slave. I want this to be something brutal. violent, and realistic with themes to include rape, torture, degradation, mock executions, and enforced nudity. I have some things that I’d definitely like to include and my only hard no’s would be bestiality, body modification / amputation (tattooing and / or branding is fine) and anything that breaches site rules. Where it goes long term is open to discussion - maybe she ends up in a POW camp with extreme PTSD, maybe she gets rescued, maybe she does get executed in the end - that can be discussed.

I don’t mind what gender you are. A posting rate of once every couple of days (with multi paragraph responses) would be great, although a slower posting rate wouldn’t be a dealbreaker.

If interested in this or The Fall of General Jhaelrynna Dry’alis, please PM to discuss

Karma

Karma under interrogation - very NSFW