Craving - Detailed, smutty rp, working title "Prison Porn", F x (multiple) M

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So I will start my "Wanted" Thread with a very unusual request for me, that has been inside my head for quite a while now. I really want to play it!

Prison Porn
We are somewhere in the near future (like 2050 or 2100 or so), with the world basically being like it is now just shittier. Prisons are privately run by now, which means they need to produce black numbers.
The director of the Prison this story takes place at has a fabulous idea: She's opening a porn channel for the prison, starring: Ward Sophie-Anne and various male prisoners.
Sophie is a typical "lawfully good" girl character. She is a fair ward, she always treats prisoners decent while following all orders and laws at all times. The perfect victim for director Alice McFadden. The director has cameras installed at different places throughout the prison, filming basically everything. She gathers material about how prim and proper Ward Sophie truly is for a while, before she makes her final move to start the show: She drugs Sophie with a chemical enhancer for female lust. The first prisoner that Sophie will star with in the first episode on the channel is in on EVERYTHING, the director promised him quite a few benefits during his remaining time in prison AND the shortening of the time he has to serve to one single year. There's very little he may NOT do to the unknowing Ward - no damaging of her face, no permanent damage to her body, she has to stay fit for the job. His only job is to put on a really, really good show for the channel. And not let Sophie know they are actually on a live stream with a crowd watching them.

So basically he convinces Sophie she needs to get into his cell after the director drugged her for several weeks, causing Sophie to have wet dreams at home, her basically being in a very, very, very needy state and not really being able to sate her desires. Instead she is constantly on the edge. Sophie doesn't know why, and considered asking for a vacation in order to visit a therapist and her doctors in order to cure her state of distress, but instead she ends up in his cell.

I want this to develop. I want the director to add twists and obstacles - like involving the community, letting them vote in a cyoa style what is to happen in the next episode, multiple male characters, prisoner 1 and the Director interacting, maybe Sophie finding out about the show at some point (though I want to keep her unaware for a GOOD while)....

Again: This isn't my usual kind of plot, but I've had it on my mind for a while now, and maybe there's somebody out there wanting to play it with me. I'd play the Director and the Ward, you'd play the prisoners. Mostly male, but we can add a few female prisoners as well!
Ok. Done for the moment. *l* In case I didn't scare everybody away yet: YAY! Just shoot me a pm anytime!

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Gunpowder Serenade

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Actually this is a start to a steampunk rp that never made it off the ground. But I'd love to play it in all its glorious detail....

Summary:

Grace is an infamouse pirate commanding a fleet of multiple airships. She's at the height of her power, which of course calls all sorts of enemies to the scene. Your character is one of them. Grace did -something- to you in the past, that made you mad enough to alter your appearance via plastical surgery, you infiltrated her crew. After a night of drinking Grace wakes up bound in the cargo bay of a steam train to nowhere, a rather unexpected turn of events for her, who had expected to wake up with you in her bed, exhausted from a night of passion.
Soon the tables turn however, and our characters are forced to side up with each other in order to survive. From enemies to reluctant allies to... ? What is gonna happen between Grace and Rico? Will Grace be able to take her empire back?

Introduction Post:

Wow. What the fuck had she been drinking last night? Grace woke with a headache out of this world. When she opened her eyes just a little bit, the exterme brightness of the light caused her to whince and squeeze both of her eyes shut again. Grace McMahoney. Pirate Queen. The Iron Lady. Call her as you liked, she didn't mind most of her titles. The one that amused her most maybe being "That fucking bitch!".

Grace happened to be the Captain of one of the largest Pirate Fleets around, she had about a dozen fine airships under her control. Her own, her darling, her one true love being the Beauty baptized with the name of "Queen's Revenge". The Captain was a stunning beauty, standing at a height of 5' 8''. Her frame was athletic. She could sail her ship across the sky with the strength of her two hands just as well as any matlow could. Stygian black hair cascaded down her back, a mess of unruly curls. Sharp, intelligent eyes sat above high cheekbones, her chin was strong, her jawline clearly betraying she had a strong will. Her years as an outlaw, as a pirate had left their marks on her skin, that was tanned and weathered. Her eyebrows - shaped like the wings of a bird - were a sharp contrast to her skin, and while there often was an amused smile playing around her lips, years of worry for her crew had left their traces as well. At the age of 28 "That fucking Bitch" could look back on a wealth of experience otheres didn't gather in a lifetime. Her looks were completed by her body. Athletic and yet curvaceous. Fit, but utterly female. Firm breasts rose proudly from her chest, her hips flaring in a seductive way, her long, slender legs only accentuated by the heavy boots she used to wear.

Grace tried opening her eyes again. Very carefully this time. Her head still hurt like a bitch. Her entire body was sore and aching, and she felt the strong urge to vomit. Her skin was cold, while a sheen of sweat covered her entire skin, and Grace couldn't stop a groggy groan from vibrating from her lips. What the fuck had she done last night? The thought seemed to have hurt again, and she whinced, raising her hand to support her poor head... but stop! What the fuck? Grace suddenly was -very- awake. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. And her ankles were cuffed together as well. Her surroundings slowly formed a coherent picture. A cargo train. She was cuffed and bound on the floor of an empty cargo train. A MOVING empty cargo train. "Fuck!" she muttered underneath her breath.

The last night finally came back in single images first, and then the chain of events played in front of her bloodshot, swollen eyes like a movie. Rico. Handsome, ragged Rico! The quarter master had sung a song of praise about the hero of their last adventure...how he had rescued 5 of her crewmembers, what a gorgeous lad he was. How he single handedly had carried THREE of the men at once. How he had fired the engine with his own hands, while bullets had flown around his head. How he had basicly had flown the fucking ship himself, with his arms instead of wings. Not being one immune to male looks, Grace had taken him with her, to her quarters aboard the "Revenge". And things got kind of blurry then. FUCK! Grace rolled around, tightening her legs in the move so she'd come to a sitting position at least. The motion made her whince again, and she really, desperately wished to squeeze her hands against her temples and hard, but instead of focussing on that vain desire she tried to find the bastard who had brought her into this situation. She -knew- he was there.