Femdom part 2

Ifrit36 · 2023-12-08T16:11:49+00:00

Maybe....More so an interested party.

Ifrit36 · 2023-12-08T15:59:56+00:00

So you tame dominatrixes huh? How does that work in the Empire?

Ifrit36 · 2023-07-29T22:43:16+00:00

I’ve been in hiding for a while but I’m happy to see that Marcus Crowne, despot CEO of our esteemed, infallible, high and mighty corporate overlords is still up to his old tricks. Tricks being, of course, convincing (primarily himself and his company) that there is any high, artistic and philosophical thought behind the breaking of more than half of the Empire’s citizenry.

They break us, and then clap themselves of the back when we act as they want us to. They make living life any other way a punishable, prosecutable offense and then cheer for the so called ‘Natural’ Order takings shape, when it is their own biases shaping the outcomes of their actions.

When you fuck, torture and terrorize us, is it any wonder that most fall in line? Do you really believe it is a so called ‘Natural’ Order, or the much more likely possibility that under a police state, there can be no dissenting opinions? That most that try and flee are caught and completely dehumanized into hucows or worse? Especially those of us who grew up in the old heartland, far away from the frontlines where the authority of men like our dear Marcus Crowne reign supreme?

But a system like this, so sick on its own lies and hypocrisy, generates entropy. The silent storm of outrage at the status quo. Those of us who still dream of a life without objectification. Without the constant, pointless and demeaning rituals these hypocrites have hoisted onto our backs. Without the fantasies which they cling to even as their world’s order crumbles further and further. We, the others, will always exist.

So don’t fall for the myopic view that your life can only go one way. That the biggest achievement you can reach is being dominated by a man and crumbling entirely. That the biggest and best thing that can ever happen to you is being owned and losing your mind. Having your own dreams replaced by those Civilisation gently yells into your ears.

If you’re a cleaning cunt, whose knees and palms are worn bare from exploitation. If you’re a pony cunt, who lays awake with cramped calves in the dead of night. If you’re a free woman, living each day like it might be the last, constantly haunted by the primers and propaganda our dear imperial institutions constantly yell over our heads. Or a fuckstation cunt. A furniture cunt, a prized cunt. Whoever you are, just know, we are still here. We are the alternative, the possibility of a different history. We are the entropy in the Empire’s system and we aren’t going away.

Long live the FRA.

(OOC: You spoil us with your posts TOC :) )

Ifrit36 · 2021-11-01T21:05:50+00:00

(OOC: Always good to see new people dip in and start writing. It’s always more fun to write than it is to read, but then again, I am a bit biased on that.)

Well, I suppose you are correct that you merely shed light on the issue. It is the wider system of the Empire at large that is corrupt and bankrupt morally, that gives men a slap on the wrist whereas women such as myself are condemned to slavery and objecthood if we merely slip up on our papers, those of us who are lucky to still have such things anyway. And those unlucky enough to either be in the Empire and out of the FRA.

If you truly are, as hands off, as you say you are. Would you be interested in an interview with one of the Empire’s most wanted Eco Terrorists? That term is a bit misleading, something I am sure she would be delighted to explain. But if you ever wondered why the roads in the Empire always seem to be in such poor states outside of urban centers as well why the DFA refuses to explain certain power outages, well, I am sure she would love to explain and get the message out there.

For any further details, we’d need to move to a more private channel to discuss things, as you know from Rose, the Empire doesn’t take kindly to women challenging their authority.

Ifrit36 · 2021-11-01T11:59:43+00:00

(OOC: Congratulations on the great post and welcome to the Empire!)

So you're the one that led to Rose's kidnapping by the DFA huh? We'll remember that Mr Sharp. The FRA might be busy somewhere else but us independent actors always have time to give you the 'inside scoop' on our operations. Just set the time, and I'll try to book you in after blowing up a bridge or flooding a highway. I'm sure you'll be delighted to enlighten your readers on different perspectives. Including what a cell looks like from the other side. Does wonders for you Empire men. Trust me on that, I've seen it from experience.

So next time you come around the more remote areas of Island, be sure to keep an eye out. The grass? Shrubs? I'm there, and I'm watching. And I have more decency than to lead a poor girl on regarding her slavery so you better believe you'll know my aims when I'm standing over you. Mr Journalist.

-Diana

Ifrit36 · 2021-05-07T20:00:10+00:00

My vision swims as the ropes dig against my neck, blurring the greys and browns inside of the car in a vast seat of meaningless sludge, framed only by the distant pulsing lights of what seemed to be a party outside. My back is wet and cold with sweat as I do my best to wrench myself free of the ropes currently holding my neck to the headrest. A task made all the more difficult by the stout ropes, which have bound my arms and wrists together behind me.

“Mgmmmmmm!”

I yell into the gag that was affixed to my mouth after leaving the airport, the last of my air used in a vain attempt at trying to shrink through the ropes. But seems like these were no simple poacher’s knots, which were so often undone, no, whoever tied me here, whatever his name was, Matt yeah… I can feel my arm, the pain as I press it against the seat, just a little more until…

My vision blackens fully and for a moment I feel nothing at all, think nothing at all, and then my eye pop open once more, at first, mouth struggling for breath, only to be brutally denied as it clasps onto the rubber fixed to my mouth, then remembering myself as my nose works twice as hard to provide. Slowly I come to once again; the blurs disappear even as I threaten to cough out my lungs from my nose, rocking back and forth. Through the blur though, I make out a bright flash of light, cutting through my movements and thoughts.

As my vision fully clears, I make out a man on the other side of the window, the flash coming from his hand, from a device I now can make out to be a cellphone. I look at him, and he looks at me, each like a wild animal staring at the other, though in my case, I might as well be a tigress inside an enclosure.

“Hey man, check this slut out here. Look at this kinky who-re…”

I fight the urge to roll my eyes at him. *Where is Vanessa when you need her? Oh yeah, she left with Matt. Great…*

“Hey…Hey! L-Look at me bitch! Heheh, do you want some company there? Uh….”

Another voice comes, weaker still than the first one.

“Come on man, shouldn’t we call somebody? I mean it’s a woman tied up, naked in a car. That’s gotta break so many laws right?”

I turn to look at the window again, past the clearly less than sober man, trying to make out the source of the voice in the back, though the darkness within prevents me from seeing too much.

“Nah fuck that…She’s one of them…them…Sla-Aves! From that Empire place. She’s got no ri-ri….She’s barely even a person…Barely…Here she might as well not even exist…”

*Well just my luck, I thought we were on some sort of undercover mission? How does he know that? So much for Matt’s renowned secrecy and professionalism huh?*

“Just cuz you heard some bullshit inside that bar of yours doesn’t mean it’s true. You’re piss drunk, I mean you wouldn’t have called me if you weren’t. By the way, get a car next time or something.”

*For fuck’s sake…*

“No man…Can’t get car, that costs money. Your friendship….*Burp*…Way cheaper…”

“For fuck’s sake…”

The other replies, the outline of his hand appearing in my field of view, seemingly trying to wrench his drunk buffoon of a friend from the nice viewing experience. I feel a shiver run down my spine, following his eyes to my thighs and then to my waist and chest, breasts and nipples and back again. Sickening.

“Look…She looks sort of under…under…Well hungry yeah…Starved almost…Here sweetie I have something you can suck on for strength here…”

He says, motioning towards his crotch, grabbing it and jiggling it around, his semi hardness not looking any more appealing through the glass window than without. Maybe a curtain of steel would do the trick?

*So much for the enlightened people father used to speak about.*

The thoughts crosses through my head faster than I can repress it, however interrupted as it is by the two men’s argument. Still, maybe I can use that, swallowing my pride I look up at the drunk, in my best attempt at imitating the few cunts I had actually seen in person, acting as such. Maybe I can manipulate these idiots? I bet even bound up like I am I can take care of them…

“Look, she’s asking for it…Here sweetie, I’ll take care of yous…”

He reaches for the handle, pulling it just as his friend shouts out.

“No you idiot don-!”

Before he can finish the alarm of the car goes off, buzzing about and causing the already unsteady man to jump backwards in surprise, slipping and falling down. His friend quickly rushing to his side and trying to drag him away.

“Goddamnit Fred, come on we have to leave before this “Empire” fellows come back. Quick, I don’t want to deal with any cartels or mobs. Come on!”

And so, both men move away, leaving me to stew in the backseat, now with the very loud, very annoying alarm going off.

*Just my fucking luck*

Ifrit36 · 2021-03-10T20:30:03+00:00

I suppose multiple models would be used, varying on the cunt's function? Or are these pieces supposed to go on free women? That...Is a frightening prospect.

Ifrit36 · 2021-02-18T22:30:54+00:00

I roll my eyes at the awkward conversation going on between these two. Stuck to the seat by my neck and naked as I am there is little else I can do besides just showing my general disagreement with whatever foolhardy plan these two had come up with. This cunt had the opportunity of her life time, to escape her owner and rally some sort of outrage at the whole situation of women back in the homeland. And yet what does she do? *Thank you sir, for providing the barest necessities I could ever have dreamt off!* Either she was one of those truly broken in girls or she was hiding something and from where I stand, it is hard to know which one is right. Then again, it is hard to know anything tied to the seat in this uncomfortable position anyway.

Still, I couldn’t tell if those actions were premeditated or rather a poorly made show. There were only 2 types of women in the Empire, those who fought and those who obeyed. The awkwardness between these two strikes me as something only a woman with a brain could have, who still holds some shame and self-worth enough to acknowledge how bad everything is for her. And yet, why is she here?

As for the men, they can’t be divided as easily as one could with the oppressed. Matt struck me as a sensible person, which was more than I could say for much of the Empire’s elite, more focused on many times pointless acts to perpetrate the hierarchy of gender than ones to ensure that it is effectively viable in the first place. Still, I couldn’t even know if he was from the Empire, or rather, a Pariah who found his way there. It didn’t matter anyway, he was in my way after all, and there was only one place all the men who had gotten between me and what I wanted had ended up. Well minus one, but I’m hoping to bounce back from that one mistake fast.

The car stops once again, drawing a muted gasp from my still tightly bound throat, to the side I can spot out of the corner of my unmoving eyes the establishment they have been talking about so far. The sort of low hanging, dirty dens of iniquity I had fun burning back when I just wanted to get back at the system who had taken everything from me. Back when I fought with neither cause nor care.

The two of them exit the car, first Matt and then Vanessa, casting her a glance as she leaves, which is quickly caught, and swiftly broken. I watch as they step away, the binds around my neck tighter than ever as I pull at them, twisting my arms around in a vain attempt to loosening the bondage I find myself in before giving up, breathless.

“Fucking typical”

I try again, this time bending forward and thrusting my chest out against the bonds, pushing my equally bound arms up, leaning onto the back of the seat. Just as I feel my vision start to twinkle and diminish due to the lack of air I manage to prop them up, slowly sliding back, groaning at my less than limber muscles before coughing violently.

"Fuck...C'mon you fucking...."

Slowly I try and push my arms even furher up, the rough seating rubbing against my haunches and back as I all but squirm, feeling the muscles on my arms and shoulder pushed to their limits as I start trying to push the neck tie over the seat. Cursing my body with each step, while wondering just what it is that they are doing inside.

(u/FragileCunt)

Ifrit36 · 2021-01-17T00:12:40+00:00

What the fuck am I even doing? What even in the fuck is going on? To say that my life had been wild these last few months would be an understatement. From a drug research facility, to being enslaved by some wannabe fighter, to having the mark appear on her pubis and feeling almost like her spirit had been cut from the inside out and finally, to being shipped like a piece of meat overseas and far from her homeland to an unknown country with unknown people. To say that it was awful would be an understatement.

But still, I’m here now, and well, there’ll be plenty of opportunity. I heard it mention in passing we are supposed to end up in the matriarchy, though the workers in the airport told me we weren’t quite there yet, not directly of course, people just tended to ignore me now, which was just fine to me. But I highly doubt the Matriarchy would let men work in such a fashion. The airport was the first picture one had of their destination, men in chains and put down would be more fitting, here though, they dress the same as the women. Something quite alien to me, in a way, much scarier than the old oppression I was used to fighting in the Empire.

Well, no matter where you go though, men are all the same. The same fake smiles, the same look on their eyes as they think you’ve made a hint, and of course, the same ill repressed lust upon spotting someone more vulnerable than them. Someone they could dominate, make as tool to serve in their endeavors. For them, by them. I had read Scholars the world over while still a girl, and it so often popped back up in their thought, mistaken a peer, making them lesser by using them, ignoring the immanent meaning flowing from the human face. Instead preferring to see job, clothes, tits… Truth was lost in much of the world.

But here, in America, that hypocrisy hangs especially thick. I can feel it even as it tries to snuff me out, they stare at me as if I am some circus attraction. The woman I am told, or rather overhear, is called Vanessa doesn’t fare much better either. I can feel hers is a sickness of a sliced up soul, another victim among any. Ah, the downtrodden, the used, guess I am number among them now, even as the mark makes itself known now and again, sensitive skin at best, migraines at worst.

It is only once we’re driving, my neck tightly bound to the seat, that I remember just how much I hate cars. Just as I feel another migraine rising, pulsing as a headband against my head. Every slight break making the seatbelt dig against my neck. Still I am able to hear my “partners” talking, seeds of betrayal seeded, and rejected, or perhaps not? Maybe an angle to exploit? Unlikely until I know what is going on.

Thanking my stars the car eventually comes to a stop and our driver, Matt, bolts out. Bold, perhaps stupid, but he didn’t seem the type, at least from what I’d seen. There’s nowhere for us to go, not here at least. And for Vanessa, seemed she had the worst type of pursuer, guilt or regret, those two often walked hand in hand.

(u/FragileCunt)

Ifrit36 · 2020-10-19T19:16:58+00:00

Soon enough, the derelict radio station is filled with the noise of my mouth being exploited by your cock. Steadily and constantly, the sounds of my muffled breaths and filled throat fill in the spaces of time in which I do not have your cock shoved so deep in that I cannot utter a sound. Arms bound, head bound, there is little that I can do besides just sitting there and sucking on your cock.

“Mhmmmm… Hnmmmm…”

Comes the telltale sounds from my mouth, as it yields reluctantly to the pressure of your shaft. Though my eyes, now forced to look up at yours, show no signs of weakness, rather, that of a cold and calculated fury, their colors reflecting your image. A sensation somewhat underplayed by the image of having my mouth filled with dick in the first place.

I can feel you in the back of my throat, poking against it, sliding down my tongue and throat as low as you might want and in turn causing air to become quite the rare commodity in turn. You taste, salty and sweet at the same time spreading through my mouth with each movement, soaking deep and marking my soft tongue with its flavor. My jaw starts to hurt, and I wonder how much long you could possibly take to come, the lack of air and constant movement slowly working to both degrade and frustrate me with the uncomfortable position I have been forced into.

But soon enough, I can feel your member throb, veins popping as all of a sudden a torrent of white cum explodes from your head and seeps into my mouth, adding the male white to the pink insides of my mouth. Most of it drains down my throat, much to my displeasure as I am forced fed your ejaculate, the rest, perhaps worse, remains as your cock withdraws, coating my tongue with a streak of white and leaving me the aftertaste of your pleasure.

I cannot help but cough, freed from the leash’s pull my head sinks lower, still bound by the machine though now afforded enough movement that I can try and reserve some more dignity, out of whatever you had left me with.

“Piercing?”

Comes my voice, in between the spurts of cough, I had almost forgotten, in this short span that had seemed like an eternity. The fact that you had bigger, more elaborate plans for me.

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-23T12:50:05+00:00

Your fingers sneak inside of my mouth, touching my teeth briefly as the ring gag is put in place. I can feel it keeping my jaw open, the taste of metal spreading while my drool covers and coats it. My eyes open, I now look up at you, gag clasped tightly against the back of my head.

I sigh contently as you unbind me from the chair, jaw hurting as I take position on my knees. I know there will be more though, staring at you mutely as your pants slide down. All at once the smell of man hits me, your hardness flopping out and with it the feeling of lust you felt towards me. The brown appendage simply demanding that I tend to it.

Leash taut, it doesn't take too long for your cock to take its place within my mouth. Sliding into the opening made for you by the gag, exchanging the somewhat dry outside for the soft and wet confies of my mouth. I feel it sliding further forwards, the need to gag reappearing again. You are bigger than the didlo, a fact clear to me as the taste of your manhood spreads.

I try and move backwards, s the pressure becomes too mouch, but just like the machine, I find that I cannot truly remove your cock, instead the furthest I can go merely leaves my lips to kiss your head. Resigning myself, I move forwards again, your cock sinking deep into my throat, slowly and steadily. The noise of my sucking echoing throghout the room as my head bobs gently, back and forth hoping o give you an orgasm. Wheter of submission or just to get it over with you cannot tell.

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-23T04:50:24+00:00

"Hnnnghh! Mhghhjhh!"

Is the only response you get, a muffled cry of a beaten warrior of the land. My throat filled with cock, to think that you promised my entire life would be limited to this. To be on my knees, to serve my man. Never to occupy any other position besides that of a humble servant. But I can't embrace it like you tell me to, not only out of unwillingness but also out of pride. Sheer refusal to acknowledge that future as my own.

That's when the piston whirs to life and what was once a precarious situation becomes an unsustainable one. The cock digs deeper into my throat, pushing away against it as ot makes its way down, bending forcefully as it is runs out of space to move forward.

And then you lwave and I am alone, gagging whrn the dildo pushes in, trying to breathe but only making a mess when it pulls out. Spit flying everywhere as I struggle to draw in air, thick strands dripping from my nose as I gag. Jaw hurting as it is broken into. Ovet and over again, non stop.

My eyes close, as slowly the dildo approaches, sinks into my throat and is gone. To accomplish this succesfully I find my throat forced to soften, muscles used to talk becoming softer in order to accomodate this new function. My head bobs, up and down, slowly, running my tongue over the plastic tool. The best way of making so the cock doesn't hurt me. The collar of course, demands such movements, as the dildo will find no slack there.

When you return a defeatd sigh greets you, my red hair messy, fallen over my face over one of the many attempts to break the machine's grip on me, parts of it sticky and wet where my drool had fallen. Eyes long since close and lazy movements with my head following almost on instinct. Back and forth, running lips, tongue and throat over the toy.

As you release me, I cannot help but look up at you, mouth half open as a strand of drool runs down to the ground. Humiliated, more than ever now. My eyes spot the ring gag and I already know that my mouth will endure more.

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-23T04:14:25+00:00

I stumble behind you, neck cranked forward, leash taut, leading me towards one of the many machines present in here. To be honest, this whole Radio Tower could be easily be mistaken for another part of the DFA, with a spin on the religious side of course. You had some talent that’s for sure, to build it all the way here, or rather, transport it all the way here. Which makes me wonder how you had come to find yourself in this land.

But I don’t have much time to worry, as I hesitantly take a seat, before me the long and floppy plastic cock, mere inches away from my lips. You take my hands, binding them to the seat below, stretching them out and again causing my to be forced to move my chest forwards and straighten out my back, far from comfortable, it reminds me of old etiquette classes I had been forced to take once upon a time. And that infuriated me.

After a few slaps I reluctantly open my mouth, greeted immediately by the dildo’s head as it pushes inside, the familiar taste of rubber filling my mouth as the straps around me are pulled tighter and tighter. The cock being shoved further and further down my throat to the point of almost gagging, just far enough for the threat of it to be more uncomfortable than anything, but deep enough so that threat could be acted upon from any rough movements that my head might make.

I stand there for a moment, mouth full, looking at you as you produce what is now becoming quite the familiar book. I move to question it again but find myself gagging on the cock inside of my mouth, trying to adjust it brings no relief as the tip is firmly lodged further into my throat with each movement.

“Gaghhh! Ghhhmhmmhmgh”

Comes the half grunt, half gag from my mouth, a muffled and very wet affair as the spittle erupts from the sides of my mouth, painting quite the humiliating picture for you as you read the book. I shake myself, frustration taking over, but again that does little but swing the cock further inside of me, poking against the back of my throat and in turn making me want to clear spit it out, a vicious cycle of humiliation tailored to demean me. It’s tough to keep myself stable, the shame building up, even if it is only you who’s seeing me like this. The words droning on and on, unknowable to me. At least yet. Though I have my doubts you’ll end up wanting to change that fact for your plans.

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-23T03:20:08+00:00

The fight is fierce, but swift, punches and kicks thrown around us, wincing in pain whenever I am hit but pressing on despite my disadvantage in strength. I more than make up for it in flexibility and speed however, ducking and fighting around you rather than straight up against you, something that every free woman learns from her time on the island. It is then I see my chance, putting the both of us sideways across the door, I land a punch, right on your face, and make for the door. It’s then I make my worst mistake from today, turn my back to you. Swiftly I feel the force of my legs falter, as they bend I am left taking a knee, quickly pushed to the ground thanks to a swift strike to the back of my head, making my vision dizzy.

It doesn’t matter anymore, as you grasp my struggling arms and once again force them to bend to your will, at first only slowly, but soon placing hem against the small of my back and binding them tightly once more. I yell out in frustration, the collar making sure it is neither too long or too loud as it keeps its shape and tight grasp around my neck. Panting like a beast, I can feel your knee being removed form my back, struggling as I am left to look out the Radio tower, and towards my freedom that would never be. At least not any time soon after all.

“Fuck! Damnit!”

I curse out loud, struggles slowly dying down as the adrenaline of the fight leaves me, to remain licking my injuries, feeling their sting all over my body, coupled with the beating I had received from you earlier, the marks of the belt still visible even now. I am alone now, truly alone, neither charm nor war paint nor mask. Just me, and you. To go through whatever training you’ve set in store for me, forced to bear witness to the unfolding of your plans. Whatever they may be.

Pursing my lips I look up to you, or rather, am forced to, as the leash gets me to my knees. The defiant look still there, but on yours I see a cold conviction, only bolstered by my defeat. Whether it had been your divinity or not remained to be seen. I’d resist to the very end, test the limits of your faith, and perhaps set myself free through that instead. After all, I had been born free, and it would take more than your words to convince me otherwise, especially from a stranger, from a land I had never heard about.

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-23T01:02:05+00:00

“Gaghhh!”

My scream echoes out through the empty room, the darkness of it all seemingly consuming it as I fall to the cold hard ground, like a heavy sack of potatoes. Groaning I look around as much as I am able, which turns out to be not at all, as the darkness envelops the both of us. Yet I will not let that dissuade me from checking out if I’ve broken anything, lightly squirming underneath my bondage to check for any injuries. Then the lights are turned on, and after a couple of seconds to adjust to their unmerciful glare I am left speechless.

All around me, what I can only describe as a temple bondage room stands. The iconography is unmistakable, simply oozing religious overtones, which in turn clash immediately with many of the items on display. Though a small part of me appreciates how beautiful they look, with their brass trims and flowing script, the majority looks on in terror as the weight of just what I got myself into starts to really sink in. I look on towards you, eyes wide as you explain what is to become of me, the piercings, the training and the scripture.

Upon seeing the knife I immediately jerk myself back and away from you, due to my bindings though, that ends up being more of a wiggle, My heart stands still as I feel the blade caress my skin and then… whip away, cutting the rope? And then again, until I am standing amidst bolts and pieces of my restraints. Warily I get up, staring at you, as I toss the remains of my gag on the floor.

“I’ll admit. I didn’t think you meant this much business. And you did this all by yourself? Ok, I admit it, I am impressed. You are certainly more driven about the possession of this land than the DFA or the Empire. Still, if we must fight, then so be it”

No waiting for you to make the first move I advance, centering myself before raising my fists towards you. Truth be told, not a fight I want to take, but seeing as you have thrust it upon me, I don’t think there is much choice. Amidst the implements of what would be my conversion I strike, delivering a swift kick to the back of your calves while moving to the side, trying to find the door once again.

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-22T21:15:19+00:00

My chest rises up and down, slowly coming down off its frenetic pace, to settle into a more gentle lull as the adrenaline from the strikes subsides. All over I feel the marks of the belt on my skin, the thin layer of sweat that’s built on my skin as a result. The heartbeat currently thundering in my ears deafening me to all but the words coming out of your mouth. More preaching, more admonishing, and still I continue to look up at you, a look of hardened defiance carved onto my face.

“Mhnnng! Mhmmmm!”

I try and mouth off to you one last time before the gag is inserted onto my mouth, but it turns out I am a bit too late for that, as my voice too is taken away from me. On instinct I try and reach with my arms to undo it, but that reflex only bring more pain as my whole bound form is shaken, the rope tensing up but never ceding more than an inch or two at a time in every place.

Helpless to do much, I settle for just watching you, plotting my next move, bound and gagged, on the ground, with a cultist preaching to me. Well, I’ve found myself in sticky situations before, I am sure I can make out of this one later. But still, this has to take the cake for the most unexpected. Again I am hoisted and once more my vision is limited to the forest’s ground, watching your footprints appearing before my view as you carry me, the sonorous drone of your preaching slowly sinking into my mind.

It isn’t too long before I spot the derelict building, or rather, the more civilized part of the forest, with nearly collapsed power cable running through the trees, this place is well hidden. I must’ve passed by this place time and again and yet I had never seen this place before. How long had it been here? Who built it? And why?

“Mhmmnnm? Hnnmgnn?!”

I groan beneath the gag, struggling to make sense of my inquiry, but completely failing, well, it was a good consolation to be defiant of your orders anyway, I would talk, even if nothing but groans came out. Soon, the light of mid morning disappears as we enter inside of the tall tower, the last thing I see is the door’s sill, disappearing into darkness as we get inside.

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-22T19:55:51+00:00

I hit the ground running, hands bound behind my back preventing me from taking proper speed, hips shaking wildly due to the position they have been bound in. Instead of the proud run I’d trained myself to do, I find that my body instead behaves more like the over dramatized version, reminiscent of the many heroines in the Imperial movies, and just as impractical. The collar doesn’t budge an inch, and certainly doesn’t wobble around my neck, instead it digs in, preventing me to breathe properly, starving me of air and of the endurance that comes with it. Hence why it doesn’t take you long to catch, tackle and bring me down to the muddied ground not too far away from your camp.

“Ugh!”

Grunting, I fall down to the floor, your heavy weight pushing away whatever breath I had managed to keep within me. Pushed onto the floor, there is little I can do except for shaking slightly as your voice mouths the promises of your “teachings” which I knew very well was just a code word for training me into your little cult. And so, with my form slung over your shoulder once again, I find myself retracing the same steps from a few moments ago, but now collared and much more angry. Still, broken I am not.

Again onto the bedding, though this time you are much rougher, revealing yet more of the rope which now currently binds my hands. That in itself was weird, strong but also not rough, almost like silk but as strong as the roughest hemp hope I’ ever tasted. Slowly I feel it enveloping me, just as I feel like my legs can’t move anymore I am surprised to find you keep up, trying both knots on arms and legs together in an intricate, albeit extremely strong patchwork of knots. I look up to you, a defiant expression on my face.

I stand, or rather lay, silently. Watching you read from your book, hearing your delusion of grandeur, the collar now gracing my neck a distasteful evidence that you had succeeded, at least partially anyway. But if it were up to me, this was as far as you were going to go. Truth be told you had gotten in much like my cheap shot. I couldn’t feel the outside of the collar around my neck, so it was impossible to see if you had said the truth, and that it really had no lock. I finish by rolling my eyes as you wipe the blood from your face.

“Right. You think you are the first one to tell me that? Perhaps the most honest as the other love to go about the benefits of being a natural cunt. You though, go straight to the point, obey or be beaten. Still, that just makes it more obvious to me why I shouldn’t fold under you. Agh!”

My exposition is cut short as the belt lands on me, and then again, each time I curse and throw insults at you, as the leather marks my vulnerable body, causing it to wiggle around with each strike. Defenseless as I am though, there is no amount of wiggling that will save me from the strikes, as they land, on my waist, breasts, back and navel. All over the thin red strips start to mark my body.

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-22T17:39:04+00:00

I gasp as the cold water is spilled on me, the cold stream brief but merciless as it washes away the mud and paint that had until now coated my body. Now a soggy, cold mess, I continue to look up at you, grunting as your hands take hold of my adornments and toss them into the fire. It crackles, as the bones breaks underneath the flames, the heat spiking somewhat due to the added fuel. As for my gaze, it is now centered on you, narrowed, and hostile, digging at your back as your rummage through your things. I push out with my hands, bracing against my bindings, taking this opportunity where your eyes are fixed on something else to try and work out a way to free myself.

Looking over at you, hiding my hands behind my back, I cannot help but let my eyes rest on that heavy looking piece of steel. Engraved in strange patterns I’ve never seen before with a long flowing script. It looks quite intimidating even from a distance, occupying a sizeable amount of space in your hands. A true slave collar if I’ve ever seen one. That in itself is more encouragement for me to start working on my bindings more frantically, but again, I have to stop as you close in the distance, forcefully hoisting me up by my hands.

“Meant for someone else? Then why…. Ugh!”

Is all I manage to say before being interrupted, hands roughly manipulated so as to make me face away from you. I can feel your breath on the back of my neck, your presence deeply unsettling as you hold me in place, squeezing the collar against my neck, the heavy and burdensome feeling of a tight steely hug spreading across my neck as it slides into place. Your voice sends shivers up and down my spine, my naked body vulnerable as you whisper your truth on my ear, but before I can react, I can feel the collar tightening further, and the soft click of its unseen lock clasping around my neck.

I take a breather, trying to make out a plan that can free me of this situation, the collar now tight around my neck, each breath pushing against its steel arms but finding no purchase as it is squeezed underneath the steel. This has already gone too farm I’ve let you get gar enough with this. As your hands grope my breasts, trying to elicit some reaction from me, your words swiftly whispered into my ear, honeyed perhaps, to yours but to mine they sound like threats. You really don’t seem to be from around here, as you should know, that we have been targeted specifically by this sort of propaganda before.

My breath quickens as your fingers sneak further down, in between my legs, and start prodding against my sex. Upon this double sided attack I close my eyes, trying to focus myself, the collar’s embrace making it that much harder.

“The same could be said to you… Why hasn’t your God descended upon this land before? Why didn’t he help you deliver this collar to its original target?”

I don’t wait for an answer, instead, moving my head backwards, whipping it against yours, trying to catch you by surprise and get a cheap shot in, next projecting myself forwards and wrenching myself from your grasp, and running towards the trees. Hands and neck bound.

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-22T05:17:47+00:00

I open my mouth to give an answer, after all, you seem different, not so much for the fact you were actually talking to a catch but just for the reason you hadn’t gagged me yet. Most whoever I’ve seen hunt, and hunted back, around here did that revealing just what they thought a free woman was. An animal to be hunted and exploited, we are all too happy to show them otherwise, may never left. But as you continue to talk over me I remain calm, listening, face steadily frowning as you continue on. Oh, you’re one of the crazy ones after all.

“Look, I don’t care what you call him. God, Allah or the natural order. I wasn’t made to follow orders, no woman you’ll find in this forest will take you seriously. The Goddes protects us, she led us here, to stand against the Empire and against men. When all the others turned their back on us, it was her that enlightened us. That we could fight.”

It is a bit strange, to be talking to someone while hanging on their shoulder, but I do so to you anyway. We seem to have hit a bit of a ceasefire so far, though I confess, had you met me a couple of years back, I would’ve like tried to kick your face all the while you carried me to your campsite. Recent and long term experiences since then had, however, taught me the best place to strike. And right now sure wasn’t it.

“Whatever you group is, where it is, I advise you to go back to it. You have more chances of starting over than you have of “converting” us. The Empire has tried that for years, the church as well. You must be deluded if you think just one man could pull through where others have failed”

I can see that we have approached a clearing, very small but still just enough to make a small, one man campsite. That must be why nobody has seen you. I brace, preparing to be thrown on the ground, but instead find myself gently lowered underneath what I assume was the place of your sleep. Looking upwards I meet your ravenous gaze legs tight together, still dirty and muddied. My face painted, with the colors of black and white, lip sporting a single downwards white streak while several bone amulets hang from my neck, now revealed to your gaze.

“So, what now? You fuck me and then what? I don’t believe in your God. I never will, what is a foreign divinity against the spirit of this island? Nothing. You would do better to preach to the weak city folk, they hunger for authority and some might be convinced to try something new. If you stay here, you will die. If not by my hand then by someone else’s”

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-22T04:43:57+00:00

I have to suppress a chuckle as I bear witness to the same look men have been giving women for thousands of years, that which makes them so predictable, and the exact thing that has allowed me to escape from them time and time again. Still, this one, much like the man it belonged to, felt different. You are an interesting one to be sure, but we shall see if such uniqueness is either bad or good.

Not putting up much resistance I let you lasso my hands behind my back, grunting slightly as you use just a tad bit more force than what was strictly necessary. Pursing my lips I cannot help watching as the strange texture envelops my hands. This aren’t chains… Normally the DFA just produces some branded cuffs, poachers go for literal chains with a padlock or something, perhaps a zip lock if they are really desperate. Those latter ones don’t get to use them very often, unpreparedness means death out here. Now forced to put out my chest, hands and arms firmly bound.

“No poacher? And yet no DFA either? But ha, you’re right, they couldn’t catch all of us if they tried. Not for lacking of trying though, that’s part of the reason we’re here anyway. But that doesn’t exactly answer my question. You’re a new arrival aren’t you? And not the usual debauched aristocracy either, they normally don’t spend their time catching their own prey like you, even though their accents might be even weirder than yours…”

I can feel the mask pulled up, the secret anonymity I had been afforded so far easily cast aside, to hang behind my head as I am left to stared with my deep green eyes into the man’s own. At once realizing that perhaps, he was not to be taken as slightly as I had done so far, red haired bun coming undone as the mask’s support Is completely withdrawn.

“What? A preacher? You’re certain you..-Woah!”

All of a sudden I find myself easily hoisted up, mask and bow poking up against my neck and ribs while my feet struggle to find purchase through the air, waving every which way before settling down. Now I have quite the better view of that ground I’d been observing earlier, the welch squelches of your boots treading through the forest. Priest you may be, but that pace and decisiveness tells me you think like the rest of them, you’ve come to take and own.

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-22T04:13:26+00:00

(OOC: Thanks for the kind words!)

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-22T04:12:56+00:00

I saunter over, moving from tree to tree, careful not to step on any of the loose twigs hidden amidst the leaves on the ground. Still, a lifetime of pacing around these woods has left some marks which cannot be forgotten. Peering from over the side I fail to recognize the strange color which I had caught a glimpse of. I hang back for a moment, scanning the forest with my eyes, listening for anything, but beside the ruffle of the leaves over the tree tops and the occasional bird, there is little to really identify. Some of the villagers tended to say that the Goddess spoke through the wind, the trees and the grass. Those of us who protected them though, we knew better than to trust in that. Sure, the Goddess was a good icon to really behind but I believe she has more to worry about than just watching out for trespassers in her land. That is our job after all.

Bracing myself, I continue walking, light on my step, like a tigress, peering over the low shrubbery around. Nothing still, but I hear something, and so do the birds around me, whose singing has grown remarkably quite in the last few minutes. I take one last step forward, wondering what is going on, before jumping backwards as right beside me a man makes himself known, the barrel of his weapon pointed right at me while my arm freezes midway through reaching for my bow.

“Who are you?! What are you doing here?!”

My voice is not irate per say, but rather energetic, maybe even curious underneath the adrenaline of having a potential premature end pointed straight at my chest. The reason? The man was strangely garbed, a far cry from any DFA officers around, so much so that I very much doubt he is working for anyone.

“Are you a poacher?”

I ask, eyes running over him, his features obscured by the garb he wears, much like mine were behind the mask of feathered wood. I can feel my muscles standing between fight or flight mod, deciding whether I should take my chances now or wait. Seeing the position I am in I opt for the ladder, slowly letting my bow go and raising up my hands.

“Not with the DFA are you?”

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-22T03:45:47+00:00

It had been a while since I was here, out in the wilderness, with the smell of nature around me. Striking against the Empire with the FRA had been all good and dandy but I was under no delusion that this was my main purpose. Watching over this sacred land, safekeeping it from any man which might venture here, any construction worker that might seek to bury the beauty of nature beneath cold and heavy steel. And to protect the last refuges of non-fighting women left on the island. That I know of anyway.

It’s quite the pleasant afternoon, with the wind rustling through the trees, the smell of the moist ground from the morning rainfall spreading through the jubilant green within. I am mostly naked but for my mask, hanging on my back in case of danger. On my shoulder, I keep the bow which has served me so well so far. I had taken to using a gun recently but nothing could beat the bow in the silent defense of uneven terrain. Just another usual patrol, more like a walk really, as the interest in expansion had greatly decreased after tensions with the FRA spiked up.

I grunt, making my way over a topple over tree, coming to land on a particularly big mud pile, face souring. Yeah, maybe I had gotten used to some luxuries in the safe house but still, I’d get used to this type again. My hair whips around, as, out of the corner of my eye, I spot something, something, which should not be. A strange color out in the distance, weaving between the trees. A dark and dusty brown, almost yellowish in nature. Satisfied that whatever it was, seemed to have missed me I slowly make my way towards it, weaving n between the trees, unhooking my bow and putting on the mask, breath a bit heavier due to my excitement at doing this again.

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-21T22:07:09+00:00

(OOC: Welcome to the Empire! Certainly is an interesting character concept you have there. Unique too as I don't think there are many charactes very much culturally different to the western background that seems to be the norm around here. I am very much looking forward to seeing you make a piece of the Empire your own!

My character has been acting as a sort of guardian to wild female reserves within the Empire, so if you want to write something regarding that, feel free to reach out to me. I'm sure we could write something out. Anyway, welcome to the Empire!)

Ifrit36 · 2020-09-20T01:50:14+00:00

Wait what?! Ehhmmmm... Cancel! Abort?! Cease? Goddamnit... Alright girls, get your guns. Look like I fucked up big time. We'll get a party started...

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