Thread: Lustful Cravings - Fem for M

Modern Plot Ideas -The Game. Five doms who want the girl. Five hunters who want to kill the girl. One frightened, bewildered girl who has been tested and proven to be a natural submissive and a virgin to boot. No range weapons - including guns - allowed to be brought onto the island. The goal is a two-fold goal Survive and keep possession of the girl. The last person standing keeps her. The setting is a fifteen mile area, a south seas island with ten luxurious homes. The South Beach is a safe area where a small squad of armed men and the Game Masters sit and run the game using advanced technology. Any man bringing the girl to the South Beach before the game is over is automatically executed and the girl is returned to the field of play. She was a good girl born to a wealthy family. It wasn't her fault that her father was head of a drug cartel. On her eighteenth birthday she overheard a conversation she shouldn't have and saw him kill a man in cold blood. She reported it immediately to the law and her father was arrested. Now she is being hunted down like an animal with all the resources her father's wealthy empire can pull together, and it is up to the US Marshals to keep her safe. Who knew she would fall in love with one of them? More to come! Fantasy Character Looking to test out extreme kinks with her, up to and including snuff Hundreds of years ago, when man was little more than a grunting beast, magical beings filled the sky. They floated down to the Earth on fluttering wings, their extraordinarily beautiful features glowing. They stayed only briefly, teaching the barbaric humans much of their own world, introducing the concept of writing and a more formal language system. They established deep pools and straight rivers of magic throughout the world much as a farmer irrigates their fields. But even more importantly they taught the concepts of mercy and compassion, of goodness and love. They disappeared as quickly as they had come, but the impact they had on humans would still be felt thousands of years later. Even today men worship them in a form calling a person who is beautiful on the outside as well as the inside after them Angels. Now, today, we live our lives in cubicles, offices, in bucket trucks and semis, in homes and schools across the world. Few really consider there to be an unknown world that lives around us. But there is. Magic is not just in fairy tales, it is very, very real and very, very addictive. The reason you never hear of the magical beings or powerful wizards of old anymore is they are starved weak shriveled beings starved for the magic they need to sustain their magical lives. The wizards must content themselves with summoning weak beings that can barely cause a candle to flicker. The faeries hide away in shriveled mushroom patches, no longer able to sustain the great ancient fairy rings. The powerful rivers of magic that used to course through the world have shriveled to mere trickles and no one knows why. But practitioners and beings of magic stood in awe and fright last week as they felt the small stagnant puddles of magic stir, trembling as if there were a violent earthquake. Three hours later there was a sudden surge of magic in the world, disorienting the practitioners and magical beings. Amongst the wizards and witches most called in to work sick that day suffering severe headaches and nausea. That surge of magic faded away within moments, but they began to wonder what had happened? The battle had been a glorious one. Pure good against pure evil. Chaos and light energy smashing entire planets to pieces Anyah had been in her place among her people, her pure voice chanting the Baiyande, golden streams of punishing magic sparking from her fingers, shooting through the empty chaos at the glistening black foul beings that swarmed towards her. For aeons around them the magic was disturbed, rippling and thrashing even down to a small inconsequential planet none of the powerful beings that fought even remembered Earth. And it was towards this planet that Anyah fell, spinning in the empty blackness, glistening feathers trailing behind her. Clinging to her was one of the Erv a soul-sucker. Anyah fought wildly, but was no match for the powerful demon, succumbing to him, going limp in his claws as he ate away at the soul-thread that tethered her to the other Ahnjles. It snapped free, and with it snapped her mind. She had never been free of the pleasant interior presence of her people they had always been with her, around her, connected to her soul and mind. For the first time in her existence of thousands of years she was alone. Her scream was a terrible one, shattering the chaos around her and merging with the triumphant snarl of the Erv. Inky claws shredded her, leaving her in tatters, barely cohesive, barely able to sustain herself. And then the Erv left her knowing she would never again be the same, would be forever lost, floating in the chaos. Her misery and pain would feed any of his kind she happened to come near. The shooting star caught the attention of many star-gazers, all of them marveling at its stunning beauty. Little did they know that shooting star was the end of their era and the beginning of another. It was the blinding light of Anyah tumbling through the atmosphere, her exquisitely beautiful body in ruins. She landed in an ugly field of metal, lying there in pieces, sending out exploratory tendrils of her spirit. It was frightening, the lack of life on this world. Hardly any magic at all, in the great courses and canyons where magic had once run deep it was nothing but a great emptiness, or a miniscule trickle that would not help her. Even though her magic was sucked nearly dry, she had more magic left in her soul reservoir than there was in this entire world. She shifted the focus of her spiritual exploring, testing the minds of living creatures. Many of them simple, non-sentient beings. But there was sentient life here, and she explored it carefully. The chaos of it was terrifying, and she nearly withdrew but forced herself to continue. She did not have enough magic to sustain a return to her magical form, but she had enough to sustain a new body that these creatures would find acceptable. In an abandoned Nevada junkyard, in a puddle of oily mud, she slept in her new exhausted body, a stunningly beautiful naked woman. She will be a beacon, a shining glorious source of living magic for whomever is strong enough to claim her from the others who want her. To the magic addicted wizards of the world, she is a glistening, never-ending source of magic, enough magic to make them more powerful than the ancient Merlin of old. How you can obtain that magic can be discussed. But know this there are other things seeking her, great and terrible things of which you know nothing. Can you claim her and keep her? Can you appreciate how valuable your new toy is, and keep her safe from others intent on claiming her for themselves or worse? Anyah remembers everything, and if properly questioned can provide quite a magical education. But she is unlikely to volunteer anything particularly if she senses chaos in your character and most of us humans have at least SOME chaos. She is limited by what her human body can do when combined with her magic. She must eat, sleep, drink, etc. At first she will be very disoriented and uncertain, so weak she cannot offer any resistance to speak of later if her magic is not continuously well drained she will become a force to be reckoned with at least in this world almost god-like. Anyah has never before encountered a mixed-spirit people. Always someone or something has been pure good or pure evil. She is not quite certain what to do with humans though the closer to the chaos side you get the more she will desire to destroy you. The term fallen angel came from a situation similar to hers she fell through the Chaos, separated for all eternity from the hive mind of her people that judged and controlled thoughts and emotions. No longer a part of that hive mind, she can be corrupted if you are smart about it. If she regains more of her magic back it will never ALL come back but she will grow stronger with time she will be able to develop the typical angelic body and some of the powers associated with it - instead of a human one. She can, within reason and when not too weak, shape shift at will into other human forms, animal forms, whatever. Yes she can be destroyed, but not by a gun, etc. In other words as far as your character is concerned she cannot die permanently. No matter how terribly destroyed her body becomes - even if the body is completely destroyed such as in a fire, she will not die, she will continue to be aware and suffer until permitted to reform her body, or form another. Death for her comes in other forms and will be addressed later in the story. She can also read minds in a sense catching brief glimpses of images. She has no way to focus it, no way to focus on a particular person or subject, she can only send out a tendril and see what happens across it. It is in this manner that she will begin educating herself about her new world.