Under the Iron Sky (Noncon Human, Looking for Dom)

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Hello everyone! Newbie here looking to meet some new people and get my feet wet~

TLDR: I'm looking for someone who can play the dominant role in a bondage RP. My character will be female, but my partner can play as whatever they prefer. The big disclaimer is that I don't really do sexual intercourse, so while there can be sexual elements like teasing, groping, etc., penetration is off limits. I recognize this will be a turn off for many people, so I've put it right at the beginning so you can stop reading if that's a deal-breaker for you. If not, read on!

Content will feature nonconsensual bondage and humiliation, with room for plenty of other optional kinks. This can either be a one shot or freeform, whichever you prefer. For the kind of content I'm looking for, it's probably most expedient to check out my O/O here: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334923.msg15937200#new

I've included a story prompt for people who are interested, but I'm not really tied to it. (Pun always intended!) If my ons and offs strike your fancy and you're interested in collaborating but aren't sold on the story, feel free to suggest alternative scenarios via PM!

Under the Iron Sky
Elves. The conniving, forest-dwelling rats. Always with the fire and the arrows. The filthy bog people never met a wheat field they wouldn't burn or a mine they wouldn't collapse. Prefect Constantius covers his nose and mouth with the fine red silk of his robe as the wind shifts, eastbound currents sending the acrid smoke directly into his face. Every field, burned to ash, he notes with disgust. Enough grain to feed Regium for a month is now just a fine layer of soot along the ground. A chest-rattling cough shakes through the elderly administrator, so he trudges over to the west side of the plantation to get out of the smog. Thousands of talents of silver literally up in smoke.

Constantius stomps irritably over to the troops milling about at the edge of the woods. Their armor and weapons glint in the insultingly cheerful sunlight. Despite the stain of mud and soot from the razed farmland, the soldiers' equipment is still impressively polished. The white-haired old man notes with some chagrin that perhaps if the king's guard spent more time patrolling and less time polishing, the elves wouldn't be such a thorn in his side. "Stapes Lea," the prefect snaps angrily. "A word!"

A large figure in the center of the formation turns towards him, saying something inaudible to those nearby before striding towards Constantius. The cavalry commander is massive, standing a head and shoulders taller than ever man in her regiment and a good two heads taller than the prefect. She gives the old man a look of exasperation and annoyance, her red glass eye seeming to look at him as if real. The ornate lion carved into her chestplate looks ready to eat him alive, but the wily prefect is to old to be cowed by the king's troops anymore. "What do you want? We're rather busy." It's a surprise there's a horse alive strong enough to carry both the giant woman and her ego at the same time. Lea blows a strand of dark hair out of her face impatiently, not bothering to tuck it back into the winged helmet.

"I demand to know what the mounted guard is going to do about these rebels. This is the third attack in two months. At this rate we won't be able to feed ourselves, let alone pay the annual tribute to Regium!" Spittle flies from the elder's mouth as he screams at the towering commander. For her part, she seems thoroughly unfazed by his tirade.

"We've been over this before, old man. We're patrolling the entire province daily. Guards are posted night and day at the perimeter of the forest. We're doing everything we can."

A finger gnarled by age pokes the iron plate on Lea's shoulder with a soft tunk. "Other than going in there after those savages and dragging them out here to face justice! You sit in our taverns and drink our ale, sleep in our beds and consort with our townsfolk, yet you refuse to address the problem at the source!"

The Stapes rolls her one good eye towards Regium, towards the sky. This late in the day the sun is just starting to disappear behind the towering metropolis, the tall spire of the holy cathedral only minutes away from casting an imposing shadow across the valleys and hills below. "Perhaps your brain's abandoned you in your advanced years, old man, but you forget that my elite mounted troops are not suited to combat in the forest. Us traipsing through the woods would be like diluting fine wine with the swill they serve in your alehouses."

The prefect raises his hands in exasperation, looking to and fro for dramatic effect. "Then why doesn't the guard see fit to send useful troops to protect us from those barbarians rather than a lot of loutish nobles and washed up chariot-racers?"

The imposing woman doesn't even have it in her to be offended by the man's incessant whining. This isn't the first time they've had this conversation, and she bets it won't be the last. "My regiment is the finest in the kingdom. If you want someone inferior, take it up with command. Now, if you're done winging, I have work to do." Ignoring his sputtering outrage, Lea turns on her heel and marches back to her troops, spurs jangling with each step.

Letting a dark curse fly at her retreating back, the prefect turns and begins the long slog back to his offices. A plan begins to form in the back of his mind. If the guard won't brave the trees to find the elves responsible for this destruction, he'd find someone who would. Someone ruthless and efficient, a bounty hunter to drag the scoundrels before the magistrate to mete out the justice they so richly deserve. The cost of hiring such a thug would pale in comparison to that lost after every raid by the brutes. Ever the competent administrator, the prefect already has already selected the accounts from which to obtain funds and the outlined the flier ready to be copied down by his scribe before arriving home. Yes, those damn elves would no longer be safe in their swamps.

Setup
The setup is a fantasy world where humans have deforested vast quantities of land and strip mined huge portions of the earth for the metals necessary to supply their industry. They build giant cities on towering metal platforms that are as tall as mountains. Only the workers necessary to feed and supply the cities live on the ground, the rest are packed into the densely populated towers. It's meant to be a little ambiguous if the elves are attacking the humans because of their expansion, or if the humans built cities in the sky to get away from elven aggression. This is so your character has the opportunity to be either good, bad, or ambiguous depending on your tastes. (They're going to be capturing my character, but it's a question of whether or not she deserves it.)

My plan is to play as one of the elven rebels. You would play as the bounty hunter sent into the woods to capture me and bring back. Who this bounty hunter would be is up to your own taste. They could be a human, a traitorous elf who has sided with the humans, another race entirely that hasn't been mentioned, etc. I only ask that they be relatively humanoid in appearance. I'm flexible about how far we want to go with the story: it could be a simple affair consisting of the capture and retrieval, or something longer that goes past that into the plot of what happens once the prisoner is handed over to the magistrate.

I look forward to hearing from you~