Thread: The Wicked and Twisted *Updated 5/22/17*

RE The Value of I Plots in 1st POV Updated with New Plots 71616 El Capitao See more El Capitao. The name always stuck to me. I'm not even sure where the name came from or from who for that matter. It is a symbol of my empire, of its power, of its growth. It is me. Life in Brazil was never easy even as a little girl. My father owned the empire. I learned everything from him. When I was 16, I inherited everything from upon his death, but most importantly I took those lessons he instilled into me to make our family grow. The gang my father grew up in grew under my care. Those first few years was a struggle to keep everything together. Some decided to break away after my father's death and destroy what little he had built. I retaliated and they became no more. Before I was even 21, Rio de Janeiro knew me as El Capitao. Now that I think on it, it probably came from the stories of what I did to the women who crossed me. They thought such a horrors come from men. They were wrong. Within a few years, the grand city was fully under my control. What passed as a government was afraid to cross my path. Instead of dealing with me directly, they called for outside help. Although no other country could publicly announce their involvement, I knew otherwise, which brings me to the here and now. The manor sits comfortably just outside the main bulk of the city to better dissuade any prying eyes from any government. It just so happened that my security caught something of interest. In my basement she stands with her hands chained above her head. I can see by her looks that she is American, her chocolate dark skin a contrast to the light from the single barred window high above her. She wears jeans tight enough to showcase her hips and her legs along with a dark blue polo to cover what look like ample breasts. My men even left the cap and sunglasses she happened to be wearing when they caught this trespasser. The rest of the trespassers have been eliminated. I thought I would save this one as a gift for you. I looked to my left and saw the outline of Ana , my second in command. She walked out of the darkness and into the light. I met her halfway and stroked her short hair with a hand. Ah, mi amor, you always know how to treat me. I looked back at our captive and approached the beauty. I stood in front of her and took in the features of her dark face. Finally, I pulled the cap off her head and tossed it aside and did the same with her sunglasses. I wanted to see her eyes, read what she was thinking and feel what she was feeling. Welcome. You probably know me as El Capitao. There I saw it, the flash of confusion in her eyes. She was deciding whether to believe me or not. Shall I show you the reason why they confuse me with the masculine preface 'El'? As I talked, I was already undoing her jeans and pulling them down to her ankles. She was left in a pair of bright pink underwear. If we had been lovers, the sight would have been enough to make my heart flutter with anticipation. The effect still came to me, but only with the thought of what I was going to do to her. I took a step back and began to take off my own clothes. I was in a pair of white panties and I could feel her eyes trail down to the manly shape that outlined up the center of the thin cloth. Her eyes widened as she figured out what I really was. I pulled my underwear down and let her eyes settle on the phallus shape between my legs. I took a step close to her and her head snapped up. My heart raced as I saw the sudden fear in her eyes as she figured out what was going to happen to her. My hands took a hold of her thighs and hoisted her up so that her legs were spread apart. She was held up by the grace of my strength and the tautness of the chains that kept her hands together. I managed to slide past her underwear and penetrate her. I kept quiet but her voice echoed in the chamber as I slammed myself into her. Her legs wrapped around my body as I fucked her against the wall. I kept at it for hours denying both of our bodies of its ultimate pleasures until I was satisfied. Her voice was hoarse from the moaning, but she was still able to give me one last sweet note before I came inside her. She felt my explosion and I watched it in her eyes as she became lost. Her body weakened from her orgasm and she let her legs slide away from my hips. I let go and let her dangle there. I held her head up and looked at her face. She was broken. She was lost. She was useless. I put my clothes back on and turned to Ana. You may dispose of her. She is of no use to me anymore. Ana looked a little disappointed that I broke my new toy. That only meant she would have to find another one on the slave market, or wait for another team from some country to try and assassinate me. The females would be spared, but the men would be disposed of. Then there were the occasional spies who somehow managed to get close to my operations. Ana always found them and I always made use of them. What I'm looking for Come up with a backstory for a female character. She can be from any country and she can take on any role. She can be a spy sent to investigate. She can be a slave purchased from the market. She can even be part of a task force sent in to storm the compound or any combination you can think of like spy taking on the role of sex slave. The choice is up to you and I can't wait to see what you come up with. Overwatch Craving See more This one is pretty straightforward. I'm just looking for a quick to medium length Overwatch plot. It can be between any 2 cannon female characters or you can create an original character if you wish. If you'd like to make one of the girls into a futa, that would also be fine by me. I will list just a few images for inspiration. Feel free to use them to create a plot or get the creative juices flowing. Mei Sombra Sombra x Volskaya Widowmaker x Tracer