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Thread: Easy-going and no-limits girl looking to be used/objectified/disposed of (multiple ideas in thread)

Hi again, I was interested in some specific fantasies related to 'circle of life'. Here I'd want to go into a favorite of mine, impregnation and breeding. Where I play generations of individuals, where we through 'time jumps' explore and role play .. growing up, loosing virginity, impregnation, life, end of life repeat. For example, the specific fantasy You portray or play an Alien Breeding Station Master, and you have decided to breed humans. So you kidnap one and make her have a lot of babies, and perhaps when she is no longer optimally fertile you either eat her for lunch or flush her into space. Then we explore the future of the children and grandchildren etc .. sex slaves, breeding chattel, mine workers etc.
Thread: Easy-going and no-limits girl looking to be used/objectified/disposed of (multiple ideas in thread)

I think. Perhaps I would be totally open to something experimental. With me being a 'Hotwife' and you being the 'Cuckold'. It would work perfectly with any ages or relationships. Our communication would be simulated phone contact, like messages and pictures and I would totally put some horns on your character. Like 'Oh, Tyrone and me just finished some really sweaty business .. fixing his Tinder profile .. I've tried to tell him he cannot brag about his 11 inch pipe .. he is all obsessed about having a huge cock. Lucky you don't have that problem honey. Oh I am leaving now, I'll meet up with Ashley, her boyfriend broke up and she might need a night on the town with just girls. You understand right?
Thread: Question Custom Titles

I remember the ability to create a personal custom title existing before the major conversions, yet for the life of me I cannot find such a feature afterwards. I do see plenty of members still have theirs so I must ask is the option still around somewhere and I can't find it? Or has it been temporarily disabled for the time being and only leaving those with custom titles prior to the conversion still with them? In an effort to minimize the chances of confusion, I am referring to those that replace the granted tiers given by total post count. As of now mine is 'Star'. In any case I'd very much like to know for certain.
Thread: Question Custom Titles

The ability was temporarily disabled after the move but I believe its been enabled again. If you click on your username in the top right corner, it should bring a drop down a menu of sorts but, if you click the username again once that happens it'll take you to account details and you should be able to use the custom titles there.
Thread: Question Custom Titles

Thanks for the information. Alas I've already poked around the account details and can't seem to find a way to change it from there. Thinking it might still be disabled or I just might be staring it in the eye and not noticing.
Thread: Question Custom Titles

It should be under where you can change your avatar, you didn't see anything there?
Thread: Question Custom Titles

Nope. I can change my avatar easily enough but I see no option for a custom title.
Thread: Question Custom Titles

Alright, well, I talked with the owner and it should be now, if it isn't, let me know and I'll keep looking into it till its figured out.
Thread: Question Custom Titles

I've got it now. I appreciate all your help.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

Almeta Rosenwood should have been looking for a husband or flirting with the blacksmith's son. Some might argue she should have already been married. But the 17 year old was not considered suitable for such things. For one thing she had no dowry, and little coin to her name, and for another she practiced magic. It wasn't anything flashy or grand. Like the rest of her life and surroundings it was simple. Practical. It did what it needed to with little fuss or showiness. But with word of Merasheel's portal she didn't dare use it more than she had to. No doubt his gaze would turn towards schools and powerful mages, but that didn't mean she could be careless. Staying safe meant keeping her head down, doing her work, and not making a fuss. She didn't fault the other townspeople from interacting as little as possible with her either. In the past three weeks only two had come knocking at her door. One for something to ease her son's fever, and the other for some salve to soothe a rash. Beyond that they were strangers. Too afraid of being thrown in the Portal alongside her should she be captured. On this particular day she hummed softly to herself as she gathered herbs from the little garden behind her home. Her mother's teachings and intuition told her which ones were ready for picking, and which needed to be culled to make the next little harvest stronger. The basket on her arm had a healthy selection of lavender, sage, rosemary, and other herbs known for their healing properties. Later that day, or perhaps tomorrow, she'd be back in the garden to pull the weeds. In her home a pot of modest stew was idly stirring itself. It was a bit of a risk to be sure, but it was such a small thing and hr was heading back inside already. Surely nobody would notice. As she shut the door the pot stopped stirring and she set to work tying the herbs together to hang and dry. Again she risked just a little magic. Something to make the smell of her home hold just a touch if freshness to overcome the dust and medicinal smell of herbs. It was such a small thing to do, surely someone as mighty as Merasheel or his Fingers wouldn't notice. Still, she couldn't help but glance a little nervously out the window and pull down a little sage to place in a bowl and light for protection. These were dark and frightening times. And Almeta had a feeling they would only be getting worse.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

She went to the front of her shop with an easy smile on her face, smoothing the skirts of her dress. However, when she saw Rand that smile faltered. Almeta could see what he'd come to say wasn't anything good. That still didn't prepare her for the message. The color drained from her face, and she felt her blood run cold. It was the one thing she'd thought would never happen. At least not so soon. I ... I can't ... Ah ... Thank you. I have to go. Swiftly she turned away, heading through the little door that separated her home from the shop. She had to leave. Had to try to anyways. But what to take? Heart racing she grabbed her worn cloak and filled a small cloth sack with dried meat, hardtack, and carefully placed some of her herbs alongside them. Using a string of leather she bound her hair back, slipped on the cloak, and pulled the hood up. If anything would give her away it would be her hair. Then she simply left, leaving everything as it was. It wasn't safe to wait until nightfall, but Almeta believed she'd find safety in the forest but a half hour's walk from her home. She knew deer trails and hidden paths her mother had shown her to find certain plants. Now she hoped she could use them to lose herself and hide. She wanted to run there, but even walking away from the town and people she felt like she was being watched. Although her pace was brisk, she didn't dare make a full on break for it for fear of looking any more suspicious than she likely already did. When she made it past the tree line though, that worry went out the window. If she was to be hidden before nightfall then she needed to hurry. And here it didn't seem likely she could be watched as easily. Running she took twists and turns down paths barely noticeable, doing her best to not leave any trace of her passing. Not once did she look back, but in her fear she felt as though they could be behind her already. The sun was beginning to set by the time she finally stopped and curled herself into the cramped space in the roots of an old tree. It had likely once been a fox den, but there was just enough room for her to tuck herself in and out of sight. Almeta was forced to lie on her side, legs curled to her chest and cheek to the dirt, but she didn't think she'd be found. As darkness fell she did her best to breathe as quietly as possible. She could only hope they didn't find her and went on their way to other places.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

Almeta was snatched up from the depths of her slumber, awoken by the sudden and fierce sound of a growling black hound of some massively furry breed that made it look like it had a lions mane of wild black around its head. The bark was booming and jolting as the war dog had sniffed the young woman's scent out and had discovered her hiding place. The viscous looking dogs posture was tense and tight, looking ready to pounce if Almeta so much as moved. Off in the distance and from the sound of things approaching the cornered Almeta was a mans voice. You find something boy! Another voice could be heard coming from a different direction in the dark and shadowy forest that was sprinkled with moonlight. Over this way! Razor found something! Pinpoints of light from hooded lanterns that swayed and bounced filtered in alighting cones that swept through the cluster of trees surrounding Almeta. Heel Razor! One voice called out from a shadowy figure that was cutting through the woods at an alarmingly fast rate. Striding over the obstacles of the forest a man emerged from the darkness as the beam of his lantern soaked the tree Almeta was nestled within in light. The soft leather of his boots carried him to stand at the large war dogs side, his free hand dropping down to stroke against the ill tempered dogs mane of hair. Easy Razor, easy boy, good dog. He spoke softly as he knelt down next to the heavily panting enormous dog. The dark green hood and cape curtained around the hunters crouched form as his eyes lurked in the depths of his hood. Alright you. His gaze turned into the shadow caked depths of the roots that Almeta's hooded form was curled up within. Let me see your hands. As he spoke to her another bobbing line of light could be seen nearing her. You didn't think we'd notice you trying to flee? In the brief time that other light had distracted her eyes the ranger kneeling before her had drawn forth an intricate looking crossbow that was impressively compact. We knew about your witch craft a long time ago little lady. His hand gestured with the loaded crossbow the sharp tip of which dripped with some green thick fluid. So like I said, show me your hands and come out of there, now. Almeta could hear his words punctuated by the familiar sound of a bows string tightening as the next to arrive settled his lantern down a short distance away in the darkness. Her gaze was barely able to make out the shape of the scout as he hunched over with a bow that seemed to be clearly aimed upon her. We found her! Over here! He cried out as the stubble coated chin of the Ranger in front of her shifted as his narrowed lips turned into a smirk. You shouldn't of run. The Inquisitors don't like it when you witches run. The words were spoken as echoes from others working through the woods could be heard in the distance, as they closed in on their quarry. Last edited Aug 24, 2018
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

She wasn't sure when she fell asleep. But she was pulled from it roughly by the war hound's barking. Were she not so frightened she might have tried to soothe the dog to silence it, but she was never skilled at using magic in times of stress. It always eluded her unless she was calm and able to focus. And thus she could only watch the light of the lantern come closer as her hiding place was discovered. The light stung her eyes forcing her to squint and look away as she obediently showed her palms. Tears slipped down her cheeks, cutting lines theough the dirt as she wriggled out of the hole and stood before them with her hands presented. Being called a witch stung. It was an insult. She'd never done anything dark or evil. Everything she and her mother, and her grandmother even, had been to help others. But now was not the time to argue that. Not with an arrow pointed at her and a war hound snarling. Standing there she was hardly a threat. Only 5'3 in height, her hair falling in dirtied curls around her face as she fought to hold back sobs of terror. But there was one thing she had to know, and it took whatever little courage she had left to ask it. Why? I - I haven't hurt anybody ... So why me? Part of her felt the answer would be that there was no reason. At least no reason beyond the fact she was using magic. But Almeta simply had to know if there was anything she'd done to deserve this, because she couldn't see it.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

There was no resistance or protest from her as she fitted the bags over hands, forced to use her teeth to pull the second all the way on. She felt even more helpless then, and it was a wonder she didn't simply fall to her knees in fright when she saw Vezille. His power was such that she could feel it, and his obvious wealth was already enough to make her hunch her shoulders slightly and try to appear smaller than she already was. Almeta couldn't meet his gaze and instead stared at the dirt in front of her. Somehow she still had just enough strength in her to ask again, this time to one of Merasheel's fingers. I - I just want to know why ... Her voice was soft and trembling, fresh tears sliding down her cheeks as she spoke. She glanced up only briefly to see the wisp he conjured before lowering her eyes once more. In that glance she saw the men surrounding her. All the arrows tipped in that vile green substance. Did they really think her such a threat? Under other circumstances the thought of all these men finding her dangerous would have funny. Hilarious even. But right now it was a frightening thing, and she feared it would spell her end.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

Delicately the feet of Vezille settled upon the ground a short stones throw away from the tiny hunched over form of Almeta that had been surrounded by an impressive collection of skilled hunters and trackers. You want to know why. Ask yourself this then witch. Vezille cleared his strained voice with a cough and let his hand close in around the small wisp of brilliant energy, dismissing it as the situation seemed far less troublesome then he was expecting. Rumor was reported to him after all of the young woman with the long ginger red hair that worked in a shop that was run by her Mother who was a witch, and by her Mother before her, who was also a witch. That lineage alone drew the Inquisition's attention to her humble little shop and over the years before the Portal was revealed to the world, the Empire's spies had added her name to a growing list of suspected witches and warlocks. If you had nothing to hide, why run? His words hissed at her. You see, to me, that is the actions of a guilty individual. As he spoke the Ranger before her holstered his hand crossbow at his side and leaned in, taking hold of her by the wrists and tightened the strings that secured the bags firmly around her tightly bundled up hands. You could of saved yourself, long ago, had you devoted yourself to Merasheel. The wizards words bit at Almeta as the splendidly bright robed arms of the Finger crossed about his chest. You could of traveled to the Empire of Merasheel, and found a true teacher in the arts of crafting magic. His index finger flashed forward and scoldingly gestured towards her. But no you thought to delve into his realm without his guidance. That's what witches like you do, like your Mother did, and her Mother before her. He spat upon the ground for emphasis. You choose this path for yourself, I am only to glad that we found you before you attained some measure of power because when the Inquisition is done with you, practicing your witch craft will be the least of your worries. Vezille looked to the Ranger and spoke in his firm and deeply strained voice. Tie her up, gag her, and bring her to the prison camp. As the flowing bright robes of the Finger spun with his turning form he began to float up into the air once again he looked towards Almeta with a twist of his lips in disgust. Keep her under close watch. I'm sure the High Inquisitor will want to make an example out of her when he hears how she tried to flee when she is brought before the Portal. His words carried down to them all as he lifted up through the trees and faded from view as the canopy of the forest hid his ascent.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

But would it really have been better if she didn't run? She knew better than to ask. Just like she knew better than to point out how unfair his claims that she could have done something different were. It cost money to find a teacher or exceptional skill. Those were two things that Almeta sorely lacked. Even if she had made the journey, devoted herself to Merasheel, no teacher would have taken her. In the end she'd still be right back where she was, but being captured in a city she knew only the name of. The unfairness of it all left a bitter taste in her mouth, and shudder ran through her as she bit back a sob. She offered no fight as they bound and gagged her in the hopes of mitigating whatever punishment awaited her. Other than the dread that weighed in her soul the journey was relatively uneventful. She was too lost in her own worries and fears to notice the route they took, and any energy not expended to her thoughts was used for continuing to move forward one step at a time. Tears fell silently and freely until she simply had no more to give, but evidence of of their passing was cut through the grime on her face. By the time they arrived she'd settled into a state of numbness. It was too much strain to be so frightened, and her mind sought to protect itself by removing every emotion. The camp was noisy, and looking about she saw magic users of every social standing. Some were like her, poor and unable to understand how any of this was fair. Others wore fine clothes and had the air of someone who had studied and honed their craft. But all were bound. All were gagged. And here, all were equal it seemed.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

Standing at her pole she spent only a small amount of time trying to ease her discomfort as the wood made her jaw ache and forced drool to run out the corners of her mouth and make her thirst. It was quickly apparent there was no way in which the bit could be adjusted that was any more comfortable. So she ultimately settled on simply doing her best to remain quiet and unnoticed. Almeta had no desire to wind up bruised or bloodied if she could avoid it, and for a time it worked. Nobody paid her much mind, and she never felt the sting of a slap or the crushing ache of a club. With her head against the pole she even found enough peace for a short, but fitful rest as the ache of her feet and jaw as well as the sounds of suffering around her prevented any real sleep. The guards that came with the carts couldn't be avoided though. She didn't do more than glance at them, keeping her eyes averted in the hopes they would do their work and leave. Pressed against the pole she stayed still endured the shame of having her clothing stripped only to find their hands wandering. Shaking her head she struggled to speak around the wooden gaf, pressing harder against the wood in an attempt to pull away. Untouched except by her own hand this was not how she wanted to give herself up. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, and she gave incoherent and muffled pleas for them not to do it. She pressed her thighs tightly together and crossed her ankles to make gaining access to her womanhood all the more difficult and tried to step away. Almeta looked to the one who dropped his pants, blue eyes begging more clearly than her voice could for him to change his mind and leave her be.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

Coast is clear, like always. The lookout stated, briefly glancing at his companion in arms who by now had his trousers drawn down around his knees. With a short waddle of steps he pressed himself against Almeta's back as he settled his hands across the sides of her shoulders and corralled her dainty body against the sturdy length of the thick post. Shhh.. His lips hissed into her ear as he ground his already excited moderate manhood against the trembling tightly enclosed confines of the cheeks of her ass. Don't make me use the rod. His voice growled out. Now spread those legs. His dark green eyes stared into the pleading blue of her own as his hands worked down from the sides of her shoulders. His palms pressed firmly upon the soft and tender flesh of her body as they swirled about her sides. One hand rose up, settling upon the pale and pink toned flesh of her bosom, manipulating it in his fingers, a nipple being pinched between the sharp pressure of his fingertips. Don't make it hard on yourself. He moaned deeply into her ear as his other hand slid downward upon her belly. Fingers flared out and roughly rubbed along the pink slit of her virginity, fighting against the clamping pressure of her squeezed together thighs. She could feel the heat of his hardened cock becoming ensconced between the tightness of her clenching ass cheeks. His hips ground upward, pushing it to further become entombed between the sandwiching cheeks of her rear. The thick feeling of his leather tunic and the sensation of the cool metal studs dug along her back as she found her breasts being parted against the stout width of the pole she was pressed against. All the while the other guard didn't look, it wasn't something he was fond of or took any pleasure in, but he was a good soldier and looked out for his companion, despite his own personal reservations. When his gaze inevitably found another prisoner nearby stealing glances towards the scene his fingers tapped his club and he would issue a stern look. No one seemed to have any intentions of putting themselves at risk as Almeta was being viciously taken advantage of.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

His breath felt hot against her ear as he pressed her against the pole once more. She drew in a shuddering breath at the pinch to her nipple, and tears she didn't know she still had welled at the corners of her eyes. One quick glance around told Almeta there would be no one to save her. None of the nearby prisoners dared look, and the one she did catch the eye of simply glanced guiltily away. His threat and the press of his cock was met with a little moan of despair. Her choices were to be beaten and raped, or just raped. It was hardly a choice at all, but she knew what she preferred. Reluctantly she parted her legs for him, giving him the access he desired to her virgin slit. Pressing her forehead to the rough wood of the pole she closed her eyes and told herself to just endure it and perhaps it would be over quickly. His fingers would find her cunt dry and largely unresponsive to his rough touches. Not only that but Almeta refused to give him anything more than the tears that slid down her cheeks. She withdrew into her mind as far as she could, disassociating herself from the act taking place. With her eyes closed it was easy to pretend it was someone else he groped. It was someone else pressed against the pole with cool leather against their back and the hard length of cock between their rear cheeks. It was someone else who no one would save. She was home in front of a little fire with the medicinal smell of herbs in her nose. The rape that played out was just nightmare. Nothing more. And like all nightmares it would end soon.