This is a place for ideas that need more development and/or fleshing out.
: The Wild HuntContent
: Quasi NC / Rough SexScenario
: The invitation came in the form of a plain white envelope. Inside was a white card, with only a web address -- thewildhunt.xxx. The Wild Hunt is an exclusive website, only open to hunters who meet certain physical requirements and skills. They offer the opportunity for a real, honest-to-god hunt, chase down your prey caveman style and drag her back to your camp and do whatever, for a price. The catch -- the prey isn't some random girl, terrified out of her mind, but rather someone who's just as keen to pit her skills against yours.
If you* don't catch her within the allotted time, the money paid is hers, along with bragging rights and a gold star against her name on the members only website that arranges the hunt. If you do catch her, YOU get the bragging rights, and the sex. The money is still hers, either way, and she's not going to make it easy. You have to earn your good time, and your victory. And, of course, the hunt is streamed live so that your peers will all see your prowess -- and your bumbles. Whether or not they see the 'kill', which is what the victory sex is termed on site, is hunter's choice, assuming the prey doesn't get away.*(you) used for convenience, but meaning 'your character'Requirements
: A good writer willing to post once a week, and who would enjoy a good build-up in tension, working with me to create the dynamics of the hunt as well as giving dimension to both the hunter and the setting. Other Info
: This would be a one shot, and degradation/humiliation and bathroom play is off the table. Real world or supernatural characters, setting can be wilderness or urban, and can also incorporate sci-fi or virtual reality themes. Character appearance is negotiable, other than she will be athletic and of a sufficient age to have some real world experience.
This is also a bit of a wild hair for me, so it's thrown together in spur of the moment fashion. I've moved it here as discussion of the idea has shown me that I need to define and better clarify the feel that I'm looking for in this.
Celestine Haversham is the keeper of Baddesly Manor, a remote manorhouse in Soulard, or rather it is her keeper, for it was obligation and duty, and punishment for her transgressions against the will of her father that had taken her from life at court to the middle of nowhere, to keep watch upon an ancient magic and a choked waterway that could be used only by the smallest and lightest of barges. The likelihood of prophetic visions granted from the glass, crazed with tiny cracks and spots where the silvered amalgam flaked from the backing, seemed a foolish dream ... but King Alesender was a man who preferred dreams of the distant past to the progress made by science.
Magic, he was purportedly fond of saying, was something that depended up on the talent and will of a man, while science and its vaunted principles failed often as not for reasons that made even less sense.
However she might snort in private, Celestine had learned the value of discretion.
Baddesly Manor, for all its remoteness, was comfortable enough, and there was a village, a small allotment of soldiers, and servants enough to see that the main rooms were kept clean and in good repair. However, there were few amongst these who could carry on an intelligent conversation, or who had an appreciation for art, music, or literary composition, or could hold forth upon astrology or even astronomy, and for whom the workings of alchemy were incomprehensible, much less to debate the principles of science, of biology or chemistry or engineering.
She was forbidden to leave the grounds of the manor between the hours of dusk and dawn, for between these the hours was when the mirror's fabled magic had manifested itself. The soldiers, guards of her prison more than her protectors, saw to that, and while they might be swayed to sympathy, they would not disregard their orders.
As there seemed no help for her predicament save the softening of her father's anger, Celestine decided that the best use of her time was to use scientific principles to study the mirror's magic, and learn the workings of it. After all, should it again produce visions, prophecies, or visitations as it was said to have once done, it would at least bring visitors and excitement to her all too mundane existence.
Christine sees nothing untoward about her faith in both science and magic. She, in fact, considers it enlightened -- likely due to falling in with some of her brother's egalitarian friends from the university. Her father, indulgent with his son and considering his beliefs as something he would grow out of -- correctly as it turned out -- was less with her, particularly when she disobeyed his command to stay away from her brother's most interesting, and controversial, friend, Lord Daniel Westcot, a libertine who courted all things scandalous.
She is intelligent, but rather naive and unwise, idealistic. She is also impulsive, though this a trait that she is trying to improve, without much true success.
Her personality is far too trusting, particularly when she likes someone, though she tends NOT to extend that same courtesy to authority types. She is a bit spoiled and indulged, even still, though she doesn't see it that way. However, when interacting with her peers and those who aren't trying to 'corral her', it translates into a giving streak that has been (as wiser heads might put it) been exploited by those who are more worldly.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this one yet, but fog makes for a wonderful backdrop, whether it is physical, mental, or spiritual. I'd like to do a story with the theme, and the above images are all possibilities that could be incorporated into a marvelous story.
Stephen King with an Erotic TwistSalem's Lot
-- there's a new vampire in townNeedful Things
- She KNOWS what you wantDuma Key
- I'd love to have you pose for me
Good Sister / Bad Sister
Based on an observation made by Capone that these two images looked like they could be sisters (my avatar, Madame Professor's avatar).
WWII - husbands going over to fight Jerry, young wives left behind to hold down the fort, work factory jobs, do their bit for God & Country.
One sister does what she should, puts on a good face during the day, cries into her pillow at night. The other sister doesn't -- resents being left alone, has no wish to do the Rosie Riveter thing, determines to enjoy her newfound freedom and let tomorrow take care of itself. Why make plans for a future that may never happen, waiting until it's her turn to get the visit, the telegram, the letter? She looks for trouble and finds it -- in spades. The good sister gets drawn in ... at first to save her sister from herself, and later ... well ... life doesn't always follow the plan laid out for it.
Possibly the two sisters are one in the same (split personality or just a means of escapism) ... or not.
Beyond Oak Island
Everyone's heard the legends of Oak Island, the tiny little spot off the coast of Nova Scotia that was just far enough off the sea lanes to have been used by merchant vessels, pirate ships, and seagoing vessels of all kinds, sometimes as a port in a storm and sometimes to hide ill-gotten gains, legitimate cargo that -- for whatever reason -- couldn't be transported all the way to its final destination.
This story isn't about Oak Island. It's about another little island, a fictional one, that can be appointed in any way the story requires, and the possibilities are many, just like the legends.
This story can be about pirates burying their treasure, constructing traps to thwart those who would take it from them, hold captives for ransom, tryst with their women while they waited for the navy's ships to pass them by.
This story can be about treasure hunters, modern day or historical, who hope to find their fortune and make a name for themselves in the annals of maritime history.
This story can be about a haunting, years later ... a woman who was cast aside by her pirate lover and now repeats the cycle of seduction and betrayal? A shipwrecked noble who seeks to live out whatever dreams she can with a sailor, a treasure hunter, a scholar?
Or perhaps there are shades of Roanoke here, where a small group of people flee seeking refuge -- from what? A zombie plague? Unfriendly natives? Raiders?
The Identity Thief
'Professional' Con-Woman buys a series of identities to use in her scams. Thinking nothing of it, she uses them as she has need, and then ditches them before the cops move in ... leaving those who didn't safeguard their information to pick up the pieces and rebuild their credit.
This time, the identity she steals is going to bring her more trouble than she ever wanted.
-- a woman wanted by a drug lord, powerful politician or entrepreneur for reasons of espionage or corporate theft, or even someone who knows secrets that someone of a paranormal bent wants to make sure never surfaces.
The Body ThiefIn a twist on the idea above ...
A woman in a bad situation finds/inherits/is given an amulet that allows her to 'displace' the spirit of another and replace it with her own, for a time.
The longer she stays, the stronger the attachment ... and the more quickly her spirit anchors to the new body.
That means she has a very limited time to figure out how to put it to use, if at all. And, of course, the life of the woman with the perfect body may not be all it's cracked up to be -- and there are things that stay with the body, it seems, rather than the mind.
In the short 'tryouts' as she figures out what's going on, the dispossessed does not seem to know what happened to them ... they awake to a period of 'blackout' that they can't explain ... but the longer she remains in the body, the more they seem to remember of her body, her life, her circumstances.
How can she use this to better her own life? How can she use this without losing her soul?