A Life Sentence
Mankind had exploded onto the cosmos with the understanding of the Gellar engine, a series of protocols that allow “ghost travel” moving humans from their diminishing blue jewel into the depths of the void to populate planets and moons and build foothold at the very limits of probability itself. But in the darkness of every shining ark there were rats and with the advent of the Gellar engine, the discovery of “layer worlds” which exists in and out of reality and the sheer power of wedging open the secrets of the universe human kind had taken an unforeseen step into the fires of chaos.
The Angelus Effect: (Disc. Dr. Francis Charles Angel) A syndrome in which a single human’s observable quantum existence has been reinitialized into a distinct and stable plateau in which classical physics behaves in a consistently divergent manner.
Humans had powers. And for the first time since the long remembered “war on terror” and its terrible denouement a single human suddenly had the ability to be indescribably dangerous. Several thousand lives later the Conference of Leaders acted. Their action was as swift as it was harsh. Technology was the weapon, the hound and the judgment of the Quantum-typical. And within months the universe had become a field of hunters and hunted. The foxes, for all their powers, could only run and keep running as the near endless might of fearful constellations snatched them from the board piece by piece.
Things looked bleak for their kind until some enterprising criminals came to understand that these foxes, these angels, were one of the last untapped resources in existence. The term “fate worse than death” became a point of contention once more.
Angels were offered a way to escape their pursuers, to disappear into the underworld as sure an any soul from a Greek play. Anonymity, life and protection in return for servitude, degradation and prostitution. It seemed as good a deal as they would ever get and it was just that. Any angels that did not satisfy their employers were simply set free. And freedom was a death sentence with no reprieve.
Now the dark corners, the seedy belly and the rancid hideaways of the spotless world held beautiful rats, lovely and terrible like forbidden fruit passed from privileged lips to tattered glove alike. Each with the understanding that a life sentence was still a life.
Angel Categories from 0 (the most dangerous) to 5 ( the least dangerous)
0 Mentalists of any sort
1 powers which physically affect others in a large area
2 powers that physically affect others in a small area
3 powers that only affect the target
4 powers that have no physical effect but are demonstrable
5 powers that have no physical effect and are not demonstrableThe Long Walk
– (open to male,female or futa characters)
This is meant to be a Warhamer 40K storyline but by keeping its chaos element, it can fit any sort of time frame or setting.
The chaos storm rages in the sky, day or night I can’t tell. If there is a sun up there then the purple white blare of chaos has eaten it. If there are stars then they are lost behind the veil of the whirling vortex, the blaze of life and death all wrapped in on itself.
I have a prisoner. Separated from my unit and miles behind enemy lines one of us thought I would be an easy target but one of us was wrong. She tried and failed and now I have the business end of a slug-thrower ready to spit her alien brain all over imperial soil... if I ever find imperial soil again.
My armor is wrecked and my flack vest will kill me from the heat. If you get my recording, know that we are marching south, the xeno and me. South until we run out of land, until we find the lines, until we both get swallowed up in the whirl of chaos. We have water and food but I am out of slugs. She doesn’t know that.
This story is a bout a prisoner and her captive. I would prefer to play the captive. I like Warhammer but it doesn’t have to be. There is however a huge force raining down change upon them and they are on a march, a travel from where they first found each other toward some place of safety at least for one of them ( but which one will it be?)
The beauty of this story is that we both get to suggest changes to the other., things brought on by the the chaos. These are temporary thing that occur and then vanish as the energies of the chaos rift pass through us. It can be funny or gross or sexy or whatever you want. So While we are encamped I might suggest that your clothes are all slowly becoming a living thing complete with eyes and mouths (super creepy!) and in return you could suggest that I might grow a prehensile tail for a while. And I would do that in a sexy way I assure you.
While I am playing the captive, don't think that means you have to be the dom. We can work that out but the story arranges itself such that I can be in control. Or if you enjoy the top position, you can do that too.
This is a candidate for the Extreme boards and may include light potty play, humiliation, dirty talk, desperation, watersports, and or squirting of many sorts. Other extreme kinks like birthing, impregnation, oviposition and harder kinks available upon request.