I’m the virgin daughter of a rich merchant, captured by a bandit. My father hires you to come save me, and you find the bandit right before he can fuck me. You fight him and win but I don’t know who won from where I’m bound and blindfolded in the o nudes
(F4AplayingF)The studio lights were blinding. "Just a few more, darling," Veronica purred, her voice a silken promise that sent shivers down my spine, though not the pleasant kind. I tried to smile, to appear confident, but the heavy leather collar bit
My first big task was go undercover to investigate financial crimes. I managed to get a job, working for the suspect, but one day, I was kidnapped leaving the office. When I woke up, I tied up at the suspect’s home. Apparently, he knew my identity the
(F/A) Sure i was too old to be Trick or Treating but i still did it, although right now i wish i didn’t. I knocked on the wrong door, the man behind it grabbed me before I could react and covered my mouth with a dirty rag. I woke up only a few minutes
I was a reporter and was disturbed by the change in my friend’s behavior after she moved to the small town of Stepford so I decided to covertly investigate. I was getting close to the truth but it seems my cover is blown. If didn’t find a way out soo
(F4A) I look in the mirror and see a reflection that feels both familiar and foreign. My hair, once vibrant and full of life, cascades down my shoulders in soft waves. I remember the days when I was a beacon of energy, laughter often spilling from my lip
(F4M) It was a mistake to play Truth or Dare with my brother friend(s). Now I'm stuck in their basement, bound with speaker wire and a dildo gag shoved down my throat. I wish I would have told someone I was here (Noncon, Heavy Bondage, Slave Training)
(F/A) This all started when you confessed your love and I rejected you. So you gagged and tied me up so you could keep me all to yourself and you've been taking photos of me as blackmail. Telling me that everyone will know how much of a slut I am if I r
(F4A) It was just… there. A big, plain brown box sitting on my doorstep when I got home from my part-time job. No return address, just my name and address printed clearly. Weird, but hey, maybe Mom ordered something? Still, curiosity gnawed at me. I’
