The Princess Returns (FL4M)

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In the distance a small wisp of smoke twists and swirls on the horizon, the sun is blistering as it baths the cracked earth with scornful rays. The wind was kicking up small dust devils that danced across the wastelands but as you walk towards the smoke on the horizon it seams to eerily die off. You can see a small makeshift hut, ramshackle in nature, battered by the elements . It's walls made of nearly a dozen multicolored beast hides, secured at its base by large rocks with strange symbols painted on them. The frame of the hut nothing more than jagged rusted metal that juts out at the corners like twisted finger nails. You wipe the sweat from your brow and take a long pull from you canteen. As you draw closer to the structure you see a frail silhouette slowly push aside a bear fur, beckoning you inside. You can't see her face but from her stance she seams ancient, moving slowly and deliberately, using a old ornate walking stick. As you duck under the flaps you are immediately hit with an overwhelming aroma of herbs and spices. The light is dim inside and the air is thick and muggy. The walls adorned with animal skulls and strange hand painted tapestries, rickety tables and shelves line the edges of the room covered in jars of powders, bits, and strange tonics. The old woman leads you to a desk and motions towards a chair on one side. She moves past you as you take your seat, closer up you notice that her walking stick is actually a old sniper rifle stained black with what looks like dried blood, white symbols cover the barrel, various faded feathers decorate it along with strips of leather. She supports her weight on it as she sinks into the seat across from you. Her face still hooded in a strange tattered black robe and as you strain your eyes trying desperately to see her face she leans the gun against the desk. You both sit in silence for a moment until the solum calm is broken with a loud thud as she produces a metal box onto the desk. With slow but precise movements she pulls three skulls from the old vessel, placing them all in a triangle on the desk, all facing the center of the room. Last is a deck of cards witch she sets on the desk in front of her and as she discards the metal box you notice that each of the skulls has a strange rune carved into their foreheads. Looking down the figure draws several cards and places them in front of you. Each one is different and bizarre, some portray scenes of life before the war and some after the bombs have dropped, a few cards have pictures of a fantasy world with monsters and dragons whilst others have scenes a more advanced world of space ships and aliens. When every card is placed she stops and in a quite strained voice she says one word “Choose.” You study the cards and notice that the only thing that each one has in common is that they all seam to focus on a different beautiful girl. Some of them wield weapons in strong posses whilst other are bound and in chains. As you hesitate, you can feel the tension stirring in your host, the longer you take the more agitated she becomes. Finally she snaps and throws off the cloak, snatching the rifle from its place at her side as the figure bounds to her feet. With lightning quick reflex’s a distinctive clack of a 50. Caliber round being chambered echoes through the room and you are staring down the barrel of the massive gun. You can see that she isn't a frail old woman but a slender teenaged girl. She is wearing only a pair of skin tight jean shorts and what looks like the fabric of a long faded plaid shirt as a makeshift bra. Her skin is pale and covered what looks like tribal tattoos. Around her waste is a pair of gun belts, one holding a sawed off double barrel and the other a 44. Magnum revolver. Across her chest I a bandolier of shotgun shells and around her neck is a string of human teeth worn like a necklace. Her face is young but all innocence has been long since stripped from it. Her hair, platinum blond, hangs in matted locks from the bottom of what looks like a gnarled metal crown. She stares at you from behind a pair of scratched aviators and you hear a click as the teen switches the safety off. “CHOOSE”…


Hey guys, after a long Covid related hiatus i am back and ready to hit the ground running with a few new writing partners. Besides my little intro here i have completely revamped my request thread and am ready to take on a couple new games. I put those dusty old story ideas in the vault to wait until they get all retro and cool again and have come up with a whole new series of games to play. So let get into it shall we, oh wait there are a few things i should address before we get into the meat and potatoes.

ABOUT ME AND WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR IN A WRITING PARTNER

First of all I should say that I am by no means a master of the English language and I play pretty fast and loose when it comes to proper grammar or the rules of writing. I know this and I am not ashamed, I have probably already committed numerous writing crimes in this post and some grammar nazis out there are pulling their hair out. So i am not looking for a scholar, just somebody that has a decent grasp on the English language. I also can be pretty heavy handed when the muse strikes me and the creative juices start flowing, on good days I usually write three to four paragraphs, on bad days it's more like three to four pages. If this intimidates you or you don’t like getting hit with that much information at once, well either learn to deal with it or you can go ahead and hit that back button. Now I am not looking for a partner who will match my long, lengthy, war vet at the bar who is six whisky’s deep and loves to share war stories, posts. But I am looking for someone who will give me the effort that I feel I deserve.

Next thing is a little bit more specific and it's about how I like the format of my games to play out. I don’t like one on ones, I don’t do long term relationships, and I am not looking for romance. Basically i like my games to be staged in a more episodic fashion, something that is more encounter based and not focused on one relationship. Think of your favorite hour long drama and swap out the main focus of the show for sex. Each week we get to see my character play out a new scenario based on whatever setting we are in, there can be recurring characters and two parters but after the deed has been done my character moves on. That doesn’t mean that we can’t work in some of the more long term fetishes or kinks like slavery, brainwashing, or pregnancy, it just means that eventually my character will escape and return to business as usual. That also doesn’t mean that these encounters won’t have long term effects that affect the story. I’ll give you an example: My character, an elven sorceress, is captured by a band of orcs and is raped by the chieftain, he then gives her to the gang and they brand her ass with their tribe's symbol and use her to blow off some orcen steam. When they are done they throw her in the slave pens, but she is a hero not a peasant, eventually she recovers her staff and frees her fellow slaves. She then heads back out on her quest with a hatred for orcs and a disdain for halforcs, not to mention a wicked scar. One last clarification, I am by no means looking for a GM, I will help build the world as much as my partner and will bear just as much of the load. If you have any questions please ask.

SOME OF MY ONS AND OFFS

So instead of making you go to my vastly outdated O&Os page or make you head to my F-List I figured I would list some of my favorite kinks here to see if we are even compatible in the first place.

Gangbangs/ Multiple Males: this is one of my absolute favorite kinks, it has always turned me on to be used by a group of hulking men. If you're not down for even a threesome then I’m afraid you are on the wrong page.

Light BDSM: I like to be restrained but not tied up with nylon ropes in elaborate knots. If you're going to tie me up use something in the room or bring duct tape, handcuffs or a collar and leash. I also enjoy being gagged, whether it’s a ball gag or just a rag in my mouth with some tape over it.

Rough Sex: if it wasn’t obvious before I really like rough sex. The harder the better, I can take a punch, I love being choked out, and who needs makeup when black eyes are free. Just don’t break a bone or stab me and we are good.

Non-Con: So this isn’t necessarily one of my favorites, but I do enjoy it from time to time. I figured after the last three ONS I should mention how I feel about Noncon. It’s very fun and I enjoy it a lot, I just don’t think a story should be based around it. Whether it’s date rape or just good old fashion force, I do enjoy it occasionally.

Cuckold: This is a new fun one, I have always had these fantasies but until this past decade I didn’t know what to call it. I like the forced kind not the “please fuck my wife” kind. I like that the guy is forced to watch and is humiliated along the way. This one isn’t a requirement but if we can work it in it always gets me going. This doesn’t have to be a significant other by the way, dads, brothers, sons, or even a guy who just really loves my character like a best friend, they all work for me.

Strange Places: This one is easy to explain, I’m not fond of beds. Give me a dirty alley, a truckers bathroom, an office desk, or the back of a minivan, just don’t expect me to jump for joy for a bedroom.

Grooming, Corruption, and Manipulation: This one is a little more work but when it works, it really works. I love it when good girls go bad or when bad girls get worse. Whether it’s a silver tongue, the abuse of power, drugs and alcohol, or all of them mixed together I love it when an older man manipulates a naive younger girl for his own pleasure.

As for my offs they are pretty simple, nothing that expels waste from the body, no mutilation, and no snuff. Besides those just ask and I will be honest and respectful, after all this is a safe space. If you want to know more head over to my F-List or just ask.

MODERN

IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO BREAK OUT OF THE ROUTINE

Mya Wilson was just your typical suburban housewife, mother to two ungrateful teenage boys, (13&17)wife to a neglectful workaholic husband. Her life was boring and mundane, she had been in a funk for years as she pushed herself into a routine that slowly sucked the life out of her. Work out in the morning, send the kids to school, plain makeup, boring clothes, work all day, home in time to cook dinner, clean until eight and then wine and Xanax to put her to sleep. She hadn’t even had sex in over a year and even her hidden stash of adult toys couldn’t take the edge off. Having just turned forty she knew that her window was closing and all it took was a nightmare to wake the woman from her haze. That morning she grabbed the bright red lipstick and the high heels, deciding that it was time to get out of this routine before it drained her completely. Join me as we go through Mya’s midlife crisis, help her throw caution to the wind as she rediscovers her sexuality with waves of coworkers, neighbors, clients, strangers, and even her son's friends.

GROOMED BY THE GROOMSMEN

It’s hard to stand out when you're the youngest, especially when you were a mistake and your only sibling is twelve years older than you, with a masters degree, and engaged to Prince Charming. This was the pain that Elizabeth Jenson felt nearly every day of her life. Her sister had out-shined her and her parents seemed to resent her, her social life was mediocre, her grades were average, she always seemed to just blend right into the background. But all that didn’t matter today, because she was about to spend two weeks in the Caribbean for her sister's wedding. But when she gets off the plane her bag doesn’t get off with her. Fortunately Beth’s sister was looking for just the occasion, so the two bond over makeovers and a shopping spree. The clothes were very different from what the teen was used to, they were tighter and more revealing, and to her surprise guys started noticing her. Especially her future brother in laws old frat buddies/groomsmen, giving Beth the one thing she craved most, attention. Over the next few weeks they corrupt and groom the teen, turning her from a quiet bookworm to a sexy cocksucking slut.

POST APOCALYPTIC

UNDER THE STEELE FIST OF THE BROTHERHOOD (fallout)

On the fateful night of October twenty third 2077 the worlds worst nightmare came true. Atomic fire lit up the sky and nearly the earth's entire population was wiped out in an instant. Those that were lucky got to hide away in underground vaults and those that were even luckier managed to land a vault that didn’t revolve around an extreme psychological experiment. Now nearly two centuries later some of those vaults remain closed with families still alive inside them. Barbara McSlate was one of these Vault Dwellers, a fourth generation from her ancestors that entered the vault so many years ago. Raised to be an engineer by a single father Barb had a knack for machines that was wasted on maintaining the life supports of a vault, but nonetheless she was happy. But her sixteenth birthday would prove to be a pivotal moment in her life. The Brotherhood of Steel sees vaults as goldmines of technology and one that hadn’t been cracked open and looted was rare. So when a corrupt arm of BoS stumbled across Barbs vault, they were all too happy to break it open. They raided the vault like common bandits and took Barb as their new Squire and plaything.

We can decide the location and the vault number together, I am looking for someone to play a small pack of brotherhood members to help Barb get assimilated into her new organization.

CONVOY: The Roaming Oasis

It’s started with the politicians as it always did, a bunch of middle aged white men shouting at each other trying to prove just who had the bigger dick. WWIII, the Big Boom, the Great War, the End of Days, call it whatever you want, it doesn’t matter, it still ended the world. But that was so long ago, the people have forgotten about that way of life and now they eeke out their miserable existence in the dust. They do what they can to survive some built settlements and hide behind their walls, while others travel the wastelands in modified buggies and cars, preying on scavengers like packs of wolves, and others, well a select few do both. Convoy, was a myth, a legend, a rumor, everyone knows someone who has claimed to have seen it. Whether it was a long line of trucks and busses kicking up dust across the vast wasteland or curled into a circle like an old western band of stage coaches. The “Mobile Metropolis,” the “Ghost Gem,” or as it was most known as the “Roaming Oasis” tales have been told of Convoy from the East coast to the west coast. They were mostly true and today the forces that were charged with protecting the city on wheels was led by an up and comer by the name of Kilmi O'Reilly. The commanding officer was only 18 and had only recently been promoted in the past few months, but she had been trained to lead since as far back as she could remember. The sudden jump in rank was brought on by the death of her father and now Kilmi has the world on her shoulders. Will she be able to handle the pressure of defending a myth from raiders, thieves, and murderers as she battles her own addictions and demons, let’s find out together.

SCIENCE FICTION

A Violet in an Ocean of Metal

A ghost seemed to plague the ghettos of the city planet called Dustvein, a predator that targeted and stalked the gangs that called the low income housing units home and prayed upon the tyrants that oppressed the poor folks of the city's worst slums. This force moved quietly and invisibly amongst the people, striking methodically, without warning, and disappearing into the night with the gang's chem stashes and credits. At every crossroad this force would zig and every time that someone thought that they were one step ahead would zag. It made even the hardest banger grip his blaster at the slightest sound in the darkness, it made the toughest lieutenants peek through cracked window slits at street lights and shadow, and even kept the leaders awake at night. But as the hits on stash houses persisted a pattern started to emerge and rumors started to spread. Not to mention that the attacker could help but leave calling cards, like symbols of purple flowers sprayed on the walls. The Violet is what they called her and the attacks seemed to start shortly after the “Zaxary Syndicate'' was taken down on earth. Speculations ran rampant, but the truth was much more simple and strange. Nayea Fyonae Cedroc was the daughter of one the “Zaxary Syndicate’s” main hitters and he had trained his daughter all her life, so when she was left high and dry the girl simply used a fake I.D. and hopped a shuttle to a planet where someone with her particular set of skills could disappear and prosper.

FANTASY

GM SEEKING PLAYER

So this is a little different type of request. I have been writing and preparing a home brew pathfinder game for the past few months and half of my players have dropped out. I put a lot of work into this and I would love to see it play out. So I am looking for someone who wants to run through a custom game. Now I have a feeling that I will get a lot of hits on this one, so let me first say that I am only taking one person. So if you really want to impress me you had better bring your A game. Plus I want a certain type of character, a bounty hunter slash assassin kind of hero. But I don’t just want a rogue or a slayer, think multi class, someone who is dangerous and chaotic neutral. So put your thinking caps on and come up with a dope character that checks those boxes. Now I do want to clarify that this will be a free form game, there will be no dice rolling, just good writing. So hit me up with your character concepts and I will consider you.



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