Taking Back the Future (F Character Seeking GMs) [Non-Con/Sci-fi]

[ABagOVicodin]

Hello there, my name is Vicodin. Thank you for opening up this thread and indulging me in a new idea that I found that has inspired me greatly. This idea mainly focuses on one girl but we can have two if someone wants to double. Please PM me if you are interested in this game.

Most of my limits are within the same realm as everyone else's. No scat, one line responses, and flakes. I'll toss my main rules in a spoiler down below. Be warned that they are copy and pasted from my OLD request thread. I'll strike out anything that isn't relevant to this idea. The main kinks of the roleplay will also be stated below, and we can add more as we go!

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1. Please be literate. I am aware that I might give a few slip ups every now and then, and you might also. We can forgive things like that. So I don't want to get killed for spelling a word incorrectly or punctuation used incorrectly. I like to think that I am really literate, but I do mess up sometimes.

2. I role play both genders (and futanaris), and I role play any kind of possible relationship within the plot line. M/M, M/F, and F/F relationships are all accepted.

3. I usually am online all the time on numerous things such as video games and messengers, so I might be online on this. I don't want my head cut off for not responding to your message if I have been online for an hour while you have, and haven't replied. I can get migraine headaches that makes me not want to role play, but still linger. However if I am in the mood, I usually will respond right when I get the message.

4. I can do either private message, email, or forum role plays, whichever you prefer. IMs are not preferred, but are available for chatting.

5. I do not have limits as far as I know, but if there is something that I find inappropriate, I will let you know and try to walk around it, to avoid conflicts and my stomach from getting queasy.

6. I have a lot of pairings for possible role plays. I like both of the role players to figure out a plot together. And I am always up for new ideas, no matter what they are. New ideas make me more interested and more wanting to post.

7. I will be blunt if there is something in a roleplay that has irritated me or left me in a disposition that makes me not want to post. This is not to take a shot at you, this is to state why I am not longer responding, or taking a long time. I will act the same way if I wish to disband a story, due to lack of interest.

8. A little note... Literacy is a must. I know I haven't told anyone before, but if there are at least 5 mistakes in your paragraphs, it cuts the flow of role playing because they stay in my mind while I try to reply. So according to some, I am a literate nazi... I really do not care. I may have higher standards now, but I know what I am doing. Keep that in mind and I apologize in advance if I cut our role play because of this reason.

9. I am a very versatile roleplayer. I have role played out vanilla scenes, countless non-con scenes, and even scenes involving putrid amounts of gore and death. So with that in mind, I am able to play out any kind of role play. Vanilla, extreme, bondage, Exotic, you name it, I can do it.

The plot:

I usually like to provide a plot explanation for the story and go from there, but this time I have written an opener that should explain the tone and ideas that I want to explore with this story. The opener is below, and I'll toss in some kinks below the line break. Thank you for reading and I hope to write some sexy words with you all <3. I do wish to play the female within this story, so I am mainly looking for writers who are willing to play the male characters, commonly known as a GM. I'd help explore the story along with the GM, since I don't intend to sit back and have someone else write the story for me. Anyway, without further ado, here is the opener:

Taking Back the Future

The year is 2050, and Lee-Kyeung wished that she lived back in the past. The blonde woman grit her teeth as she sat on the leather and vibrotech couch, her fingers running across the back in frustration as she watched the television show in front of her. A well-dressed man in both silk and tech stood in front of a camera, since apparently humans weren't replaced by robot reporters... yet. The man was white with brown hair and hazel eyes. The lids around his eyes were dabbled up with makeup. While technology had heightened to the point that the makeup was impossible to see without knowing about the brand that was used, Lee-Kyeung could see that the reporter was exhausted. As to be expected when everyone seemed to be drained out of everything that they owned since America turned upside down.

The year was 2030, and America had finally elected a woman president to run the country. Unfortunately for her and every woman after that, things only worsened from there. One side of the aisle claimed that the voting system was rigged and that a woman president would be denigrated by other countries and their leaders. The other side of the aisle claimed that America's history was nothing but men who siphoned whatever they could from the country while blaming everything else except themselves for the problems. Unfortunately, the misogyny won.

First, the economy fell. Increased technological advancements had thrown millions of people out of work, and the government failed to address the sudden, immediate problem. Riots broke out in the street, which were contained by shaky and scared policemen that weren't sure if their jobs or lives would be next. Problems with state police agencies were amplified to federal controversies as the FBI were shown to be looking into corrupt business decisions from politicians all across the spectrum. Money flowed from public services into pockets of higher-leveled men, and those who dared to point this out were touted as liars in the media or secretly jailed for increasingly petty crimes.

All of this happened, but the president couldn't do anything about it. She tried to release these "freedom fighters" and defended them, but a sudden transfer of vast amounts of money to various governmental agencies had flipped the country over within the span of a year. Millions of "Criminals" who just happened to be "Freedom Fighters" were jailed with little reason, often for what was on their computers. At the same time, the President had turned against her former voters, decreeing within only two years that her leadership was only dividing the nation as opposed to putting it together. That was strike 2.

Strike three was something that America never saw coming. Three countries pointed their nuclear warheads at America, threatening to take down America if they didn't agree to adopt misogynistic views. On pressure from one side of the aisle, the President refused and aimed nukes of their own, only to be assassinated in broad daylight with an untraceable weapon, something that the government never could have guessed. There was no bullet, only a cauterized wound in their skull. The government found out that it was a laser, built from scavenged parts all over the world.

With the president out of commission, a new election was held due to what the other side categorized as a "disastrous" two years. In order to cooperate with the powerful countries across the ocean as well as the secret individuals hiding in plain sight, America redacted the Equal Rights Amendment, putting women as second-class citizens compared to men. Women enrolled in university were refunded and kicked out. Women in higher-class jobs were replaced with men, and all of the effort that women put towards equal rights was ruined.

Lee-Kyeung blinked. The reporter on the television stood in front of the local police station where a younger woman was being handcuffed and lead into a car. She couldn't have been much more than 19, and she was screaming at the policemen. One of the policemen pulled out a baton made of a new type of material: vibranium, and was about to crash it over her head when they saw the camera and smiled. He shoved the woman into the car and smacked the roof. "Today, the New York Police had defused a riot outside the Police Station. The..." The Reporter tried to stifle a giggle. "Pussy riot fired firecrackers and assaulted police with batons. Thankfully the riot was able to be contained within an hour, as expected."

Lee-Kyeung's fingers clenched down around a glass as she glared at the reporter. "Cocky little..." she grumbled as she placed the glass upon a nearby wooden end table. Of course they would be reporting on something like that when there were far more important problems in America. She looked towards the numbers on the bottom-right of the LED screen. 9:15. 15 minutes past the curfew assigned to women. Lee-Kyeung's fingers clenched up into fists and she turned the television off, stomping up to her room.

"Lee?" her mother asked as she poked her head out of the kitchen. Adorned with an apron around her chest and a slight bump around her stomach, her mother shrugged before she moved back into the kitchen to finish dinner.

Lee-Kyeung walked into her room and shut the door, wishing that she could slam it if the metal wouldn't fall off its hinges. She brought her hand up to her ear, brushing across the lobe. A screen began to show within her vision as her normal brown eyes flashed a bright blue. As if she was looking at a web browser on a computer, the screen showed a VPN software immediately turning on and a tingling feeling shot up her back. Underneath her "Burn It Down" band shirt, metal spines glowed faintly blue as she logged directly into the Internet within the small condominium and refreshed a website that was often blocked whenever it was found again. Tab after tab of news from different countries began to show, as well as news within America that the regular media didn't bother to portray.

"Government Official Found With Young Woman In Her Building. No Charges Filed."

"Another Freedom Fighter Found Dead By Police."

Lee-Kyeung's thumb rubbed along her pointer finger, scrolling down tab after tab of horrible news. All things that no one bothered to care about... because no one could care about it. Until now. Lee-Kyeung grit her teeth and grabbed a vibranium pocket knife, sliding it into the pocket of her black jeans as she turned towards her bedroom window. She opened it and leaned her head out, the hair on the back of her neck straightening as she looked down at the one story fall. Gritting her teeth, Lee-Kyeung tried to remember the video that she watched. Land and roll... land and roll...

She barely managed it. Lee-Kyeung hopped out of her window and grunted as she landed, her leather and vibroplate shoes colliding with the concrete. She let her body fall forward before she rolled, grunting as her knee slammed against the sidewalk. "Fuck..." she muttered as she stood back up and walked into the nearest alleyway. She flicked her knife open and held it close to her body as she headed down the alleyway and walked around a corner. As long as she stayed out of sight and away from cameras... maybe she could be someone to finally bring the facts to the police. Someone who could do what everyone else could not.

Be a hero...

Kinks and Themes:
Misogyny (Mandatory)
Non-Con (preferred)
Gangbangs (preferred)
Creampies
Oral (Mostly forced blowjobs)
Pet-Play
Humiliation
Training
Public Sex
Blackmail
Forced Lesbianism
Risk of Pregnancy
Suggest other kinks!

That's all I have for now. If you have some additional ideas or twists that you would like to bring to the opener or story, please bring them up in your PM! I hope to hear back from all who are interested.