“Izzy” is High Queen Ambrosia‘s connection to a lot of powerful human families around the world –and now her connections are always available to High King Auz.
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Table of Contents:
- Etymology
- Spec’s
- Bio/History
- Izzy & Auz
- 2022 Updates
- 2023
- How She Looks (Images Begin)
- 2023 August+ Outfits for Fuck-dates with Me
- How I Love Helping Her, and She Loves Being Helped/Used/Raped by Me
- Texts She Loves Sending Me
- Books I Gave Her as Gifts
- 2023 September: Her Emoji
- Her First Time in The Underway
- 2024 July 31 Wednesday/+
- 2024 August/+
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Etymology:
- Isabelle is of Hebrew and French origins, meaning “pledged to God”, “God is perfection.”, and “God is my oath.”, which today of course means that this woman is naturally completely focused on serving High King Auz, seeing him as the perfect match for her he is.
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Spec’s:
- Caucasian
- slender, fit, feminine
- ~5’4″
- brunette
- hazel eyes
- sexy facial structure
- B-cup tits
- taken, but has affairs with Auz and wants children with him (though would never have (make) them without his permission, of course)
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Bio:
For a long time (a couple decades?) she was closely connected with the mob/mafia. She still maintains her connection to/with them today. What she did for them, exactly, is not yet revealed, but due to her incredible resources still available via that organization/family, it must have been significant.
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2023 September note: “The interesting duality about your fetish,” he (me; Auz) thought out loud as their drive took them into the curved cave-floor wall at the back of that giant drive-through geode, “is that you want the rape, thus it can never literally be rape, and since you prefer rape-level sex… me wanting gentle sex with you, even though you have a crush on me, means normal consensual sex would be the actual rape; it isn’t what you want most.”
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Izzy & Auz:
She was introduced to him one afternoon by order of his wife, the High Queen. Arriving in a formal setting, she was in a tight but modest dress, and still exhibited all the signs of still being a guarded virgin. Thanks to Ambi doing what Ambi does best, it was only a day or two before Izzy had to return –and be “helped” to break through the last of her inhibitions, bringing the first of her fantasies straight to life.
Izzy now sits and talks with King Auz whenever they have time, and not always about business (her connections). She has come to trust him with her fantasy/ies. She even begs him for the aftercare both of them love as much as she also loves him helping her with her main fetish.
Around Autumn of 2021, she accepted/chose one of Auz’s kajirae-in-training, Melissa, to be her own personal assistant, servant, and bisexual girlfriend.
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2022 Updates:
Izzy’s relationship with her slave, Melissa, is still going very well, as is her growing relationship as a total-submissive to her boss’s husband, Auz. When she is with Melissa, the two are loving and affectionate. When she goes to see Auz when she has his wife’s permission, she knows she is in for another rape-roleplay thrill –and he’s started treating her to the Non-consent Field-and-Cave experience Inisfree still hosts, by popular demand.
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Almost this full year later, and Izzy has now progressed with the encouragement and blossoming of her rape-fantasy/ies… so much that she has been invited by the High King to try it at the “next level” in The Underway.
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2023
August: I (Auz) texted to ask her if she wanted a fresh round of rape roleplay. She replied, “Yes, please.”
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7 August: Izzy smiles as she hugged him and she nervous asked, “Will you please rape me dry, role play you’ve kidnapped me and gonna teach me a lesson for wronging you, and don’t be afraid to abuse me ?” <3
Izzy truly gets off being assaulted and bruised and used like he’s doing.
She fears dogs and water, yet loves being forced into water bondage and raped by dogs –as long as she is being raped and abused, which are her natural fetishes/kinks/needs.
[and typist said her eyes were blue this time, so… did I just assume they were hazel from her profile-pic a couple years ago?]
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Sunday 13 August 2023: Izzy becomes the first girl/servant/slave of ours being used/raped by Ambi’s pet dragon, Apophis –and first time we had anyone other than just the 6 of our innermost family (me, Ambi, and our four children) with us on a Sunday.
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Possible/probably manifestations/reveals:
- 2019 Summer in Cowboy Coffee, Big Sky, at the barstools countertop corner
- 2019 vegas, during my Exodus Training loop / road-trip, in that fancy hotel, she in a white & black top and long-skirt, eyeing me as I exited w/ dessert and eli
- 10 AM on Sunday 13 August 2023 in Cowboy Coffee, Big Sky, at the barstools countertop corner, looking identical to how she did in 2019; midriff-revealing yellow-on-white strappy top like a band around her tits, matching long-skirt stopping above her ankles, sneakers, perfect featureless natural-tan / bronze / light-brown smooth supermodel skin, perfect height (~5’4″), perfect facial structure, etc.; 100% critique from me, both times
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2nd Rape-play She Requested:
It was Izzy’s 2nd rape-date with Auz. She had been told to wear whatever she wanted –a rare exception to Inisfree’s usually very strict rule that females arrive at the mostly-nudist-resort city naked, not even bringing luggage for their visits. This was because some of the fun in getting raped was having the clothes cut or torn away. Sometimes panties or socks were also stuffed in a rape victim’s mouth –usually after they had been soaked in cum.
The High King picked her up as ‘her’ flying saucer (the one transporting her, belonging to Auz) landed in Inisfree, and from that landing pad she was driven down from the runways-surface to the meadows,
through the sea-tanks mega-aquarium see-through highway-tunnel,
past the backside of the zoo,
then the backside of the field with the three massive cylindrical structures that looked like girthy mega-trees made of big stone blocks,
then over the side of the Welcoming Square nearest the inner face of the Perimeter Wall, close to where many of the new fireworks had been launched to welcome Ambi back,
then past Arch City,
past the X-2 hotel,
through the Highway Tube building,
and almost to the Double-tree hotel,
turning onto the highway section that went through the Slanted Toroids buildings,
up the ramp to the highway loop halfway up the towering wall encircling the downtown area, right over the moat it ran vertically-parallel with,
around that highway loop until the Luxor II and then the shopping mall were seen,
continuing along it past where another ramp dipped down to the Streetlight-shaped Buildings complex,
past where the Laser-tag Arena and Dropship Theater were,
past the recycling facility,
and then down a 3rd of the 5 ramps connecting that downtown wall exterior highway loop to ground level,
past the temple-like grocery store,
toward the castles region,
right up along the base of the slope of the wraparound mega-berm that encircled the rainforest crater, that landform blanketed in the majority of the city’s bioluminescent forest,
and then following the highway curve over toward the much shorter foothill which domed the cave-mouth to the corkscrew-shaped highway section that would take them spiraling down into the Uber Geode.
The king had offered to hold her hand during that drive; to continue helping reassure her. He told her, “Just a normal drive from the airport, and a pretty cave we made, inspired by the geodes one of my grandfathers used to keep on display. If you like the fun today, there can be more if you return. If you want to try something less or more, we’ll arrange that, too.”
He had decided not to use the city’s rape field this time, as that would just involve her being tied to a rape post for use by normal men, at most then taken down in this very cave system they were now driving into the depths of.
What do you get when you cross a cave system with a maze, a haunted house, and a sex dungeon? The Underway.
Down many stories into that uber-geode they followed the curving corkscrew-like highway section… until they were on the floor of that massive drive-through geode the Inisfreeans had grown, at which point they drove all the way to its far end, past the temple of Pluto along the way over there, and into the geode’s back-end cave-wall, out over the near-end of the Underway, then down to its far-end where the cave-annex specifically for animatronic xenomorphs modified for rape-play is. However, since Izzy’s first rape-date with Auz had involved a heads-up about the water and dogs, and sounds she could recognize; those of pouring water, grunting men, and panting dogs, and since she had said she liked all that, even though she had been afraid of it at first, to one up things… this time she would not be given a heads-up about what would be fucking her, and none of the creatures today would be making sounds she would recognize. It wouldn’t be true rape –what Izzy was into– if she saw any of it coming, after all.
(This puts her in either annex 51 or 52 on the city-map; those are the 2 options at the far-end.)
Now thousands of feet below the surface, and six or so miles away from that cave-tunnel entrance, the only thing she could do was get out of the vehicle and wait to he grabbed by the black ant-humanoid creatures that would carry her into a pitch-black side cavern and ooze her to a cave-wall to begin –though, as part of the treat this time, she had not been told that any of those things existed in his realm; she was not given any idea what to expect for this date/rape.
The High Queen’s ‘dark half’, back when she had split herself into two bodies to keep her dark side under control, had come down here and enjoyed the experience. Would Izzy? Things here were even more “dialed in” for rape-roleplay fun now, years of events and input having passed since, numerous upgrades applied to the system of programmed devices/toys now present in this subterranean part of the polar city.
It was, as anyone who’d been in caves before would expect, colder down there than the artificially-maintained temperature-range was on the surface. On Inisfree’s surface, at least in most meadows regions around the base of the central mountain, the air often felt like it was in the 60s (Fahrenheit), very pleasant and comfortable for most surface-dwellers. Down in The Underway, it was, at most, in the 50s; it wasn’t quite chilly, but little micro-climate breezes could certainly turn one’s head, making them wonder if they should have brought a coat, beanie, and gloves.
Unlike some Outlands caves, The Underway did not have the distinct smell of generations of bat dropping turned to a fine dust easily kicked up into the air by explorers walking around in boots. Inisfree’s system of caves had air as pristine as back on its surface, though there were no fragrant hints of alpine or foothills wildflowers down here. The air was clean as could be, but blank, giving no signs as to what might be growing around where they had parked, gotten out, and stood.
Auz just stood there by her side after feeling her up, from pussy to tits and ass, doing his best not to smirk or grin in the eerie dim light from the highway exit-ramp behind where they’d parked. Barely visible beneath their feet was what he’d had built into the walkable main floor –from the very start of construction— of this massive tunnel linking all the 52 sex-dungeon caverns; human skulls by the thousands –and millions of them if one extrapolated for the entire Underway, based on the many ones visible below their standing spots just within the circle of dim exit-ramp light. It was a bone-chilling sight in more ways than one; it looked like the decaying remains of severed heads indefinitely encased in transparent ice as deep as a shallow river.
Normally, girls came down here to enjoy controlled (simulated) beastiality; it was guaranteed safety, no chance of a real animal accidentally hurting them. Izzy was here for rape-play even wilder than her pretend-kidnapped trip to that warehouse with the dunk-tank, strangers in the dark, and dogs. Thus, she would be told nothing of what was about to come out of that huge inner cave-mouth’s absolute blackness –the one she was now standing facing, the end of The Underway tunnel at her back.
“Have fun, sexy,” was all the High King said… as the first silhouette started moving into view, straight toward her, a barbed long tail swishing behind it, lethal looking and menacing, foreboding, but currently used just to aid with balance; graceful movement.
Preface for the rest: Inisfree being a city based on relief and pleasure, all the creatures know just what size cock to use on each girl, when she wants it, if she wants more or needs a break, and so on. In other words, Izzy will be stretched just how she likes, but not overstretched, torn, left too/painfully sore, or harmed in any way. She’ll have the shit raped out of her for sure, and be left struggling to stand, let alone walk, but not actually cut/damaged.
At first, that silhouette had appeared confusing; it looked like it was slightly bigger than a human, and crawling toward her from a horizontal abyss, but upside down. As it continued its panther-like movements right at her, she would become able to figure out that it was not on the floor of that looming inner cave-mouth, but somehow walking/crawling on its ceiling, even though there didn’t appear to be any stalactites for it to use like monkey-bars or other grips along its way. Was that overhead surface somehow textured enough to be grip-able, or were magnets or other unknown means involved in keeping it up there? She was not told.
When it had gotten within mere meters of their position, it dropped down from the cave-mouth ceiling just as gracefully as it had crawled on it to them, and then stood up to its full height with great posture, more than a couple feet taller than Izzy, looking down at her. It looked just like the monstrous ant-based aliens called Xenomorphs in the movie Alien and Aliens. Every one of its body-parts was slightly moving, life-like, even its inner jaw and steaming drool, made to look like the acid-spit from that famous horror series.
Auz casually got back in the nice vehicle that had driven him and Izzy from the civilian air-and-spaceport far above and miles away. He didn’t tell Izzy goodbye. There was the hint of a knowing expression on his face, but knowing what?
Picked up by strange hands with four fingers and a thumb on both sides, all those digits a shiny black and longer than human ones, the 6-digit hands were strong and unhesitating. Carried like a sack of potatoes into that inner cave-mouth, the dim light around their parked vehicle soon faded behind them, only nothingness all around her as the tall bug-thing continued walking her deeper and deeper ahead. The king would not be walking with her; she was on her own, no one to scream a safe-word to. He hadn’t even asked if she wanted one.
The bug-humanoid thing carrying her had to have walked for a few minutes without stopping. How long was its stride? Had they covered only a mile or so? More? Less? And how would she find her way back out if any of these creatures malfunctioned? There was no light, no familiar sounds (other than strangers in the distance sex-moaning, sobbing, screaming, or pleading to no avail), no distinct railing to hold and follow.
–And since it was pitch black where she was, there was no way for her to tell if the scared or horny screams were recordings played by speakers or being made by people nearby.
A labyrinth of snaking hallway-sized tunnels had been their unseen route. The caves branching off the straight main tunnel were filled in that way on purpose, adding to the Haunted House layout effect. Even if a person tried to take every left turn until they made it back out, or every right turn, the layout of the tunnels had been designed with that in mind; it would not work, such a route only leading them up and down different slopes, into little pits, near scary unseen cave-waterfall sounds and sprays, and where random animatronic beasts on patrol would detect and snarl or chase them the other way.
Izzy was set down on a slimy unseen cave-floor covered in silent tentacles and fake bugs, all moving around, curling and crawling this way and that, but she would not be able to see them, nor feel them until they started coiling up around her calves and crawling upon her skin. Those long-fingered hands of the animatronic Xenomorph were then felt gripping her by her throat and hip, moving her to walk backward until she felt a slimy “flesh wall” that immediately began changing to close in around her arms and legs. When she was immobilized in the spread-eagle position against that vertical surface, the tentacles and bugs on the floor started making their way up that curved cave wall until she could feel them all over her exposed thighs, groin, ribs, chest, armpits, shoulders, and neck.
For the moment, her shirt and skirt were still intact, just being slimed and crawled or coiled under.
Auz had not told her whether the things in this cave were real or not. That was part of what made it proper rape-play; total surprise, confusion, and uncertainty. How would she react to the possibility of real giant bugs, tentacles actually attached to something alive, and the rest of the monstrosities that were to come?
Those tentacles began probing into her pussy, asshole, and mouth, forcing all three of those orifices wide open, but not hurting her. They were slippery and slick, gooey and narrower than cocks, thus a few made it into each of her holes at the same time with ease, together sliding in and out at different times, causing quite the new sensations for her. They started squirting what felt like cum into her, all three orifices at the same time, until she was overflowing from the stuff. Would she swallow what was squirted into the back of her mouth? It tasted and smelled like real cum, so why not?
(What she would not know is that it was synthetic cum, now carefully made to both rehydrate and nutritionally sustain the girls who got it in their mouths/stomachs, thereby making it easier for them to stay down in these sex-dungeon caves as long as they desired, only passing out from fear or sleepiness if they ended up playing that long. That was for those who swallowed it, of course; if Izzy was too scared or grossed out to, obviously it could not refresh or fill her stomach at all. She would succumb to thirst, hunger, and some fatigue by the day’s end if she chose to spit it out.)
Since thousands of girls were regularly sent down there as a punishment, Izzy would still be hearing their screams and pleading down numerous curved cave tunnels.
She’d also be hearing the pleasured sex-cries of the thousands more girls who now came to this underground attraction as often as they could, just for kicks; there were a lot of females in Inisfree who shared Izzy’s fetishes/kinks.
Regardless of whether each girl screamed in fear or orgasm (or both), their sounds were quickly muffled as new tentacles or cocks got stuffed into their mouths, filling their throats with more and more cum.
All this, Izzy would hear, all around her, even up above and down below her cave-maze’s position, each voice at a different volume due to how far away it was, if it was around a curve or corner, if it was an echo from farther out, and if a creature or creatures were interfering with it.
One of the tentacles in her pussy then squeezed in a splorch ball; an egg-shaped insert. One of the tentacles in her ass did the same. Too slimed to stay in her long, they would easily get squeezed back out by her normal kegels and squirming, her anal and vaginal sphincters naturally moving them back the way they’d squeezed into her, simulating little births and bowel movements, in the process massaging those cavities of hers entirely –and helping prepare them/her for more, leaving lubricant amply coating her stimulated insides.
The first sounds could then be heard; somewhere in the distance, around one of the curves of the tunnel that had gotten her to this chamber in the bowels of the annex labyrinth, there were large animals breathing… panting… making distinctly canine noises. A pack of whatever they were was on its way, even their footfalls heard, though no collar pieces could be heard shaking as they trotted. When they arrived, she would feel their hot breath as their wet noses audibly sniffed at her pussy and asshole, then their slobbery tongues as they began licking those holes, and finally their hardening dog cocks –as they stood on their hind legs, their front paws on the cave-wall under her armpits, their wet noses and lapping long tongues all over her mouth– penetrating her until plenty of humping had led to them squirting in her like the tentacles had, the bugs still crawling all over her except for her face. …Why were the bugs avoiding her face?
Those dog-sounding creatures had scratched up her shirt and skirt, but her outfit was not yet shredded away.
After that pack of dogs –if they were dogs, in fact– had creampied her pussy and asshole, it headed out, leaving her still stuck spread-eagle to the wall, to wonder if that was all for the day. …It was not; there was a strange sound not far in front of her, like a glued patch being peeled away from something, opening. Suddenly, what felt like a boney hand or giant spider landed with a smack right against her crotch, its fingers or legs –and a rigid bumpy snake-like tail– tightening around her hips and thighs, something on the palm or underside of whatever it was… extending like a hardening cock, spreading open her pussy until it, too, splorched inside her, leaving a smaller fake egg. That’s when it let go, only to be replaced by another tailed hand-sized spider-like creature smacking against her asshole and doing the same to it, followed within seconds by a third, that one landing with perfect aim on her face, its finger-like appendages tightening around the sides of her head, it then forcing its own ovipositor into her mouth, squeezing another of the tiny eggs out, that one on the back if her tongue.
Normal face-huggers always, as their name should indicate, aimed for the head, hugging themselves tightly to a human’s face, raping the human’s mouth deeply, throat-fucking the human until stimulated to release a parasitic egg down into the human’s throat, that egg then becoming lodged between the human’s throat and stomach, growing into the chest cavity behind the sternum, feeding on nutrients both swallowed by the host and from its blood-stream… until it had grown enough to release the baby Xenomorph it contained, which then always instinctively bit, clawed, and punched its way out of the host’s chest, causing fatal damage in the process. That was why that thing was called a chest-burster. Luckily for Izzy, such things (or anything else that would harm anyone authorized to be in the Inisfreean territory) were not allowed within a thousand miles of Inisfree or any of its deployed ships, so she would only feel a decent face-fucking from their version of the creature, and have the option to spit its excreted egg out, leave it in her mouth, or swallow it to see what would happen then.
The two Facehuggers that had launched at her apex had quickly punched straight through her panties, leaving too gooey holes in them. Other creatures had just used their noses or cocks to slide her panties temporarily to the side, but the Facehuggers’ digits weren’t for that; Facehuggers digits –and tails– were just for instantly hugging tightly onto prey.
Left stuck to that wall for several minutes after the face-huggers had let go of her and skittered away, she would feel the eggs in her pussy and asshole (1 egg in each) start moving, something squirming out of them, crawling around inside her, then peeking out of her asshole and pussy before finally deciding to crawl the rest of the way out of her. If she hadn’t spit out the face-hugger egg left on the back of her tongue, the same would happen from it, some slug-sized creature crawling out of her mouth. That was when the really scary noises would begin; menacing low growling and snorting from things at least as large as the dogs from the pack that had stopped by, and these new creatures had what felt like pig snouts against her tummy and nipples, but they beat their chests like enraged gorillas before having their way with her, and she wouldn’t even be allowed the small relief of having her head exposed to scream anymore, as the flesh-wall adjusted again, this time to suck her whole head in, keeping it tilted back, her face up, in a cavity where there was air… but for how long? She had no way of knowing if she would be forced to suffocate while her many rapes continued.
*The slime and cum alike had a specially formulated soothing and healing ointment in it, allowing girls to be fucked almost endlessly, no end to their rape in sight, until either the free girls wanted it to end, or the sentence (prescribed amount of rape time) of the slave girls was up.
Over and over, her body was sniffed, grabbed, raped, and sprayed full of cum, only muffled wild animal sounds heard from the small cavity now containing her head with barely enough room to spare so that her face was not pressed to its ceiling, the flesh-wall’s tube for it having sealed around her neck like an oiled or greased turtleneck-sweater collar. At least an hour of use passed by before the flesh-wall finally relaxed, allowing her to squirm and slide free, her head and limbs no longer tightly held by its enveloping mounds and curves. All the tentacles near it, and bugs which had been on her, seemed triggered to also leave her alone at that time, and no more Facehuggers leapt for her face or apex –though she might have thought/sworn she heard one or two still skittering around somewhere in the darkness, perhaps due to strain on her senses and mind at this point.
Her shirt and skirt were starting to have slices and holes yanked and tooth-tugged into bigger ones.
Buzzing of hovering cat-sized bugs with wings filled the air, though, and those things, along with cat-sized roaches, began lunging at her in the darkness before she’d had time enough to stretch and readjust, those creatures in that endless darkness gripping around her limbs with their six little (finger-sized) legs each, small bug-dicks (also human finger-sized) attempting to rape her further, over and over until she either lied down to accept it, or got annoyed or driven mad enough to try fleeing through the maze of tunnels and pits. Sometimes she might have the hearing, reflexes, and timing or luck enough to sidestep one or two of the persistent things, but that could easily leave her stumbling and tripping over another one which hadn’t been able to move out of her suddenly-changing positions in time. That would seem to upset whatever she’d accidentally kicked or fallen over, and it would join all the others in hurrying over to mount and further-creampie her every which way it could, taking out its upset on any of her holes she wasn’t able to swat or pull everything away from.
What she wouldn’t bump into, however, were the other girls she could, at almost all times, hear in the distance somewhere, sex-moaning, crying, screaming, or begging for help; females were almost always carried or dragged into their preassigned bondage spots, never to see or feel each other, and often carried back out once they’d truly had enough. Those that were running in a panic through the maze of curved tunnels had the potential to encounter each other every now and then, but the animatronics were coordinated like a hive-mind or collective-consciousness, almost always easily able to “steer” (intimidate/chase) those girls in different directions.
To add to the confusion and panic, she hadn’t just heard sounds she’d never heard before, and felt nonhuman hands and other unexpected body-parts tightening around her, she’d also smelled odors that were as confusingly alien as can be, not necessarily bad enough to make her nauseous, but certainly not the typical body odor or pheromones human males give off during sexual exertion. There had been furry appendages, scaly ones, slimy ones, sticky ones, and more. Some cocks had been short, others long, some girthy, some normal, some bumpy, some double-headed, penetrating both her pussy and asshole at the same time with every thrust. It was as if she had been dropped off in a zoo on another planet with the electricity shut off.
And now she smelled of all that stuff, all of those things having left their residue all over her skin, and their cum in her mouth, pussy, and asshole. She was leaking the stuff, long thick strings of it elongating and dripping out of her, or even pouring out in little bursts when she queefed, belched, or farted. Izzy was a beautiful mess, as well-used as any girl in history probably ever thought possible, and then some.
Enough time had passed (since the start of her being dropped off at this side-cave’s mouth deep within the tail-end of The Underway) that she would soon have to piss, if not also shit, but no one was around to ask for help finding a toilet, and the animatronic bugs and tentacles kept finding her, reaching out to slime, penetrate, and cum in her. If she found somewhere to squat and relieve herself, they would swarm her, at the very least fucking her mouth until it was overflowing with more loads, and possibly ganging up on her pussy and asshole, even if she was in the middle of pissing and/or shitting, those creatures completely disregarding that, caring only about endlessly raping and re-raping her and any other female that ventured into their underground lair.
If instead she stayed put too long, not attempting to find a different place to relieve herself, even that would pale in comparison to the surprise that would come next; a tree-sized tube would quietly stretch down from overhead and dilate in an attempt to suck her entire body up into it, leaving only her legs dangling, her pussy and asshole exposed to whatever else was around in that part of the maze, and that would of course be more bugs, tentacles, and beasts, all taking their turns with her… hundreds of times in a row… until she was sucked the rest of the way up into the big tube, ending up in a womb-like chamber barely big enough for her to hunch over in the missionary position, as cum oozed and squirted onto her from pores all around, starting to fill up the cramped pod until it was around her neck.
The process of getting sucked up through that tube had finished stretching out her torn shirt and skirt, which were barely hanging onto her soaked and dripping body. It had also slid her double hole-punched panties down around her knees.
Actually, it didn’t matter where she went in that cave-annex; all its tunnels had such hanging tree-sized suction-tubes for “soft vore” (not actually being eaten, but simulating the being-swallowed sensation). The entire side-cave had them built-in, standard. Everywhere in all 52 of the cave-annexes which branched off from The Underway’s long axis-like highway-lined access-tunnel was designed for guaranteed beastiality-level interaction and soft-vore. Other than the two temples between the start of The Underway and where it opened back out into the Uber Geode most entered it from… was intended for such next-level “steamy” adventuring.
Would Izzy freak out, having been sucked up into a ceiling cavity like that? Would she be brave and wild, cupping her hands to scoop up more of the cum which had filled that cavity, splashing it over her face and onto her head, doing her best to encourage the full potential of this new sex-adventure experience she’d been invited to try? The Inisfreeans secretly watching were curious to find out.
Squeezed back down through the tube that had sucked her up in there, much of that cum (again, which would help hydrate and sustain/nourish her if she chose to ingest any of it) was forced down with her, covering her from head to toe. She was so coated, in fact, and it was so slick, that she wouldn’t be able to stand and balance, let alone try to jog through the darkness in an attempt to finally get out. She would have to try low-crawling and sliding along on her belly –and would find that some tunnel slopes were too steep to ascend that way, thus she’d frustratingly end up slipping and sliding back down, further disorienting her, more and more creatures in the dark having their way with all her holes, until she would become too tired to even try crawling anymore, just lying there as her body kept being entered and re-used, no end in sight. This was the rape-play of all rape-plays.
There were even a few Illithid (the humanoids with octopus heads, tentacles and all –instead of a normal mouth or jaw) which, to Izzy, felt like an octopus grabbing her head with those tentacles, then mind-controlling her to be totally compliant while the other creatures resumed swarming and splorching her.
What was left of her outfit got unceremoniously yanked free of her flesh and tossed aside.
Exhaustion, even if she had ingested some of the nourishing synth’-cum, would eventually set in. Eventually, her body would need rest so much that she would pass out. If she had been able to see anything in that lightless side-cave labyrinth, she would then have seen her vision fading to black.
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She would be revived on the clean fresh sheets of a hospital bed, a hospital gown on her, her body clean and dry, sore sphincters with some healing ointment residue on them. How much did she immediately remember upon opening her eyes and figuring out where she now was? Auz was waiting on an armchair not far from her bedside, and looked over at her face with a gentle smile, giving her a moment to finish coming to before he said anything.
He’d say in a calm, quiet, manly rumble of a voice that she could rest as long as she needed, order room service, and get any new outfit she wanted at the mall. He would drive. Everything was up to her now; this was the aftercare time, and it could last as long as she wished it to, whether that was just minutes, or something like a month-long actual vacation throughout his realm.
If she wanted, she could turn on the wall-mounted flat-screen TV, access her FOB-Book profile, and watch the automatically labeled and uploaded video of the whole multi-hour rape-play. It, like all sex in the Inisfreean realm, got automatically recorded by the Inisfreeans (ICVs) and rooms themselves, as everyone in Auz’s city loved it that way. It had already started getting many likes, compliments, and shares, though there was no way for anyone outside of Inisfree to see it; his private Intranet and the Internet of the humans were in no way connected or connectable, let alone hackable.
On that webpage, there was also a list of all the robotic lifelike things which had fucked her;
- 4-armed Aorlie guard-Xenos I drew holding her wrists and ankles apart
- apes/gorillas
- Batarian
- bears
- Beholder
- blob/goo-midgets
- camels
- Collector
- crab-like creatures (large)
- demons (traditional; horned, wings, etc.)
- dildo-tipped creatures
- dinosaurs (velociraptor, for example)
- dogs & wolves
- Drell
- Drow (cave-elves)
- Elcor
- elephants
- face-huggers
- Geth
- giants (humanoids taller and bulkier than men)
- giraffes
- goats
- goblins
- Greys/Grays (the stereotypical Space-alien species)
- Hanar
- horses
- Illithid
- Krogan
- Mass Effect creatures; all alien animals (not counting the sapient humanoid ones), including the Harvesters, Husks, Thresher Maws, etc.)
- moose
- mythologicals; hippogryph, sphinx, etc.
- octopi
- ogres
- orcs
- Parasite-in-City game bugs/mutants
- pigs/boars
- pod plants (for semi soft-vore; not full swallowing, just getting girls held inside big mouths or with their body from the waist down inside a suction-rimmed mini-pit, etc.)
- Prothean
- Resident Evil mutants/monsters
- Salarian
- slugs (giant, with multiple dicks as tentacles and tongues)
- snakes (large)
- spiders (giant, and they wrap you up and hang you from their webs as the ultimate form of bondage)
- Taurens (or all WoW creatures) / Minotaurs
- tentacles (like vines; some hanging, some rising, some hidden, etc.)
- tigers / lions
- tripod aliens (from CGI)
- trolls
- Turian
- turtles/tortoises (modified, no snapping beaks, etc.)
- Varren (only the dog-like beasts of Mass Effect)
- Vorcha
- vore pod-beings (not just pod-plants, but mobile; animals with pod-sections they can swallow/suck girls into)
- walk-in (like Darwin IV ‘Gulper’ cave-slug-mouth-trap)
- wasp-like (all bug creatures from the Juli beastiality/xenophile CGI series)
- ‘XXXenomorphs’ (formerly called sex-Xenos); the very first to approach and use her
- Yahg
(With a combination of all those other creatures, that means she was in the final (50th) of the annexes which have such creatures manning/staffing them, and since the 1st and 2nd annexes are reserved for non-animatronic use, that means she was in annex 52.)
The king had treated her to a few (3) of every single one (type); some ~300 individual animatronic creatures had raped her in this single shift-long (~half-day) event. One of each of those types (groups of 3) had fucked and cum in her mouth, the 2nd of each had done the same to her pussy, and the 3rd of each had done the same to her asshole, thus ensuring all three of her holes experienced being used by every type of animatronic his “sex dungeon of sex dungeons” –The Underway– had to offer.
Auz, once she had sat up a bit and started to remember everything, would softly inform her, “If you favored or disliked any of those creatures, but want to experience The Underway again sometime, we can customize which fuck you during any visit. Some of the cave-annexes down there have only one type of them, too, so you could just go into the cave with the species you are in the mood to be re-fucked by, not having to customize anything at all.”
“Next time, if you decide to return to that cave network, you can have the lights in your cave area be left dim or bright if it will get you off even more to see what is coming to rape you.”
There was some more she was now ready to learn –and it was about similar fun beyond The Underway.
“There is one level down from what you just experienced in those caves; it is the sexual version of football, called Girl Catch, a game we learned about from briefings about a hidden planet in our solar system where it is as popular as it has become in Inisfree. You would be hooded so that you could only see the sunlit material of the cloth bag-like hood locked around your head by a neck strap, an anklet with little jingle bells locked around one of your legs, and you would have to do your best to move out of reach of several male players who would also be hooded but without noise-makers attached to them. If you move too quickly, your anklet bells will jingle, helping the males to find you in spite of their hoods, and whichever male grabs you first gets to fuck you until he is satisfied, the game continuing until all males playing have found and raped you. As you might imagine in this sexually-open realm of mine, it is a popular pass-time played both in the stadiums of the Flower Towers, as well as across our meadows and in many residents’ front- or backyards. You will probably happen upon it during your future visits, and could always just walk up and ask anyone gathered there if you can be the pursued girl for an upcoming round or two.”
Giving her a moment to think about that, he stood from the armchair and went over to crack a window to her suite’s balcony and its view of the hospital’s courtyard on that floor.
“There are also two levels higher than what you just experienced. The first would be being shoved naked into the underground gladiator arena of this city, where actual beasts and monsters would brutally rape you –not gently fuck you, as was the case today in The Underway– while the crowd of spectators all around, above the arena sands, cheered those creatures on. You would be at risk of injury if you resisted them, but would of course be kept alive and healed if need be.”
An Inisfreean nurse came in, naked as usual, carrying a two-handled silver serving tray with some cool water in a cup and healthy snacks on a plate. She set it on the nightstand on the side of Izzy’s hospital bed opposite the armchair Auz had been sitting on.
“Just so you know, Izzy,” even that shortened version of her name, he found arousing, “the second and highest of those two levels of sex and rape in our realm is in a restricted place even deeper than The Underway, called The Magics Chambers.” He wondered if she would dare –for a later rape-date, perhaps weeks or more ahead. “No one has tried it in all the years this city has existed. It is one of the lowest basements beneath my private home miles around the central mountain. It can include actual snuff, if you want it to. You would be floating in a round swimming pool in the center of the central room of that facility, only your head above the water, and magic would be used to remove your sense of pain while summoning demonic tentacles to hold you steady… as you bled out until actual death, causing an out-of-body experience so you could watch as your still-attractive corpse was raped by necrophiles –actual fallen angels from Hell–, then got healed, triggering your soul to be brought back into it. I thought the coming Samhain/Halloween right after this first Underway experience of yours might be a good time to let you know it is an option for the wildest girls.”
He walked back from the doors to her suite’s balcony, a slight warm breeze now coming in through the cracked window to its side.
“All the way back at the easy end of the sex spectrum in our realm: At our waterfall oasis and a few other surface areas, there are often actual living minotaurs and other creatures similar to the ones that raped you today, and you can have them make love to you or fuck you hard out there. It is for people who like a nature setting; outdoors, fresh air, daily sunlight, etc..”
“And if you’re just going for a stroll and intending to pass through most areas while orienting to more of this city, not really planning on setting aside a lot of time for fucks or rapes, our greenbelts have ‘smart’-vines with dildo-tips that will know if you want them to fuck you without holding you for a while.”
Sitting back down on the armchair, he wrapped up her debriefing for the day:
“As with all our hangouts, the only price I would require you to pay for using these attractions in my city would be making love to me as if you are one of my sweet girlfriends; lots of slow grinding, tongue licking, eye contact, caressing, asking me to cum inside you, you get the idea. I find that helps me enjoy watching you then be raped, and makes your own sensations that much farther at the other end of the sex spectrum. The tradeoff after sampling one of those two higher levels we can offer you, of course, is that you might, for a time, find it more difficult to feel scared or turned on at normal rape, even when kidnapped. I suggest you try Girl Catch first whenever you return to my city here, and if you like that… then we’ll plan a 4th and 5th visit if you want to take either of those next steps.”
If Izzy looked at the dresser past the nightstand with the tray of water and snacks on it, she would see the shredded remains of her shirt, skirt, and panties, now clean but not yet mended, folded as best one could fold such laundry, waiting for her to reclaim them as a souvenir, if she wanted.
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Auz was now fully aware and understanding of the fact that there were some people like Izzy out there in the world who hadn’t gone on grand adventures or through actual wars;
people who hadn’t experienced those extreme things sought total stimulation, risk, and victory in different ways,
and rape-roleplay was one of them –as was working for the mafia or mob.
Some people drove way too fast, others jumped out of planes.
Pretty girls tended to do the most sexual of the dares and lifestyles.
So here in Inisfree today, the king was offering up the closest equivalent he could to the terror, thrills, and sense of accomplishment after battle.
There was always a chance Izzy might have gotten too rattled by it, or stop trusting him, and never want to return, but… that would make her the first; every other female who had come down here, at least when not being punished by the place, had loved it.
He wondered exactly what the outcome for her would be.
What would she say to him now that, hours ahead, it was finally, like a surprisingly-long roller-coaster or scary movie, over?
But as far as the king was concerned, the more Izzy and Ambi’s other women let him play with them like today, the more he loved and lusted after them.
He was insatiable, in that way.
He would always want more of them, and the more they gave him of themselves, the more he would shower them with praise and gifts and invitations to even steamier dates.
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If she checked her FOB-book page again, she’d see a ton of new friend-requests –and fuck-date requests; women and men alike, all across the polar city, were politely inviting her to join them when they went back to that special underground “sex dungeon of sex dungeons” during their visits ahead.
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This flow of new information hit Izzy as she listened to the high king, you could see her wheels turning in her mind , pouring over everything said, compartmentalizing and deciding what she wished to do the next time. This made her blush there would be a next time!.
That breeze makes her shiver but feels good while watching his form in an awe and amazement and appreciation.
She definitely has a massive crush on him and it’s evident .
She was wild all right but actually be snuffed and brought back?? That seemed dangerous, almost enticingly dangerous.
Her eyes cutting over and biting her bottom lip as she saw her old clothing there. Then the nurse with offered snacks and drinks, as she’s given a smile of appreciation. Izzy’s eyes cutting over her nude form .
She did appreciate her own sex in a friendly manner. Though this nurse was definitely a hottie .
Coughing behind her hand a minute as she cut attention back to Auz to see if he noted Izzy was attracted to not only men but women as well.
Those offers noted after she checked her fob -book page . It made her happy to know there were others out there like her .
” um I would like to try the gladiator area next time ” suddenly blurted out -e-
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The king had sat there patiently, and had certainly and clearly noticed her noticing things. When she made her decision, his face showed a fatherly smile; kind, gentle, warm. He nodded once; it would be made so.
“Shall I leave you to finish resting and recovering?” he offered, standing from the chair and leaning over her hospital bed to kiss her forehead once.
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Izzy light says ” please don’t leave me ” she said almost child like , her forehead kissed was warm to the touch . She closed her eyes and a soft , content sigh was heard . He some how made her feel better by being there even if she was getting sleepy. But then she remembered he’s married and has a family to get home to and she doesn’t want to be selfish by trying to keep him to herself -e-
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The way she asked him to stay really touched his heart. He sat back down, but this time on the edge of her hospital bed, easing one arm around behind her shoulders so she would feel gently hugged at his side. “Isabelle, I will *never leave you,” his voice was steady, heartfelt, and genuine, and with that he kissed her temple.
He would make it home in time for supper with his family. That was always sure. Auz would never miss that for the world. For the moment, however, he was all hers, making sure she knew and felt in every fiber of her being that her value had only increased substantially in his eyes.
“Oh,” he remembered, “there’s one other thing; I wanted to know if you’d like to pick out a house or apartment in one of the neighborhoods of this city. Most people reserve one as a vacation home just for themselves and their loved ones. I think you certainly deserve your own place after all the steamy scenes you’ve treated me to.”
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Izzy’s eyes slow opened when she feels the bed move as Auz has sat down there and placed an arm about her as she cuddled into that embrace ” oh thank you” that voice sweet ,soft spoken. And then he offered her a house or apartment of her very own ” Oh no I can’t accept that’s too much* she went to protest. She was happy to stay where she was , which was um outside the city ?? She tried to remember. She indeed felt her value increased in his eyes. And she showed him with that slow , innocent, blush and look she appreciates him for everything he’s done with and for her -e-
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We haven’t come up with where Izzy stays, but yes it is somewhere outside Inisfree. I kept track of which of your characters picked out a place in my city.)
Auz of Inisfree — Today at 5:15 PM
Her sweet voice, manners, and blushing were really doing it for him. “I wouldn’t be able to resist raping you myself if you hadn’t just been through hours of that fun already,” he admitted. “You’re lucky I’m not out in one of my slaver ships seeking new acquisitions right now,” he grinned in a friendly way, joking; he would never dream of hurting a hair on her head, not after how giving she’d been to him –not just sexually, but with her connections, as well.
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oh but I think I see what you mean with your post; she is in the hospital inside Inisfree –I thought maybe you were saying she was still groggy and couldn’t even accurately picture where her home is))
Ambrosia LeMorte — Today at 5:22 PM
Izzy caught his joking manner and that grin makes her blush even more . Biting her bottom lip as his words make her lower half stir despite everything she had been through -e
Ambrosia LeMorte — Today at 5:22 PM
Exactly
Auz of Inisfree — Today at 5:25 PM
This is the screenshot of the scale model showing the blocks which represent the highway going down into the cave mouth of the top of the Uber Geode. If you look past that cave mouth and to the right a little, past that dark wall and moat that are outside the downtown area, the pink/granite-like structure at the base of that dark-brown landform is the hospital they are in.
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He decided to seize this golden opportunity; she clearly wanted him, and the hottie had even appreciated his rape joke. Leaning in the rest of the way, he gently kissed her on her mouth, then resumed his seated position at her side, the two of them now sharing the pillow and headboard of her hospital bed, his arm still around behind her shoulders.
A slight breeze blew the diaphanous curtains hanging in front of her room’s arch window.
“Be honest with me, please,” his voice remained calm and kind, steady as ever; “was it too much? Should I change anything up for next time? I want to get this right for you.”
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Izzy melted into that kiss with a heated sigh of happiness as she’s held in his embrace. His scent taken in makes her purr low .
She then honestly answered him ” No it wasn’t too much, I would not dare have you change one single thing except please no spider like things * she shuddered some -e-
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She sent him into orbit with how she accepted his kiss like that, and he nodded once in acknowledgement of her request. “No spiders or anything like them will be around if ever you go back down there,” he gave his word. She might not know how his city worked yet, but it paid total attention to everything he and his guests desired, making it happen for them, so long as it didn’t conflict with his ongoing rule.
Outside her window could be heard the faint sound of conversation; a few people had met in the courtyard of that level of the tall hospital, and were casually and merrily chatting away. Auz listened for a moment, but couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, only that their tone was good. He looked back to beautiful Isabelle at his side, and did his best to control his urges.
In half an hour or so, it would be a good time for him to catch an airship flight home to his cabin in New Montana. He would soak up and savor every last second he could with the rape-loving girl close at his side. He’d honestly missed her a lot, she coming around so seldom –so far.
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Izzy relished every single moment she could with Auz as she sighed in contentment ” Thank you” murmured against his lips. Her voice soft , her body relaxed , that flimsy hospital gown the only thing between them besides his own clothing.
” I wish to come around more often if possible” said in that clear, lust filled voice .
Izzy never would deny him anything, she was as smitten with him and in love and lust as if they were the married couple . She knew in her heart though he’s married to the most beautiful and amazing woman that makes or would make others jealous but Izzy wasn’t , she admired his wife for allowing him access to her and others -e-
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That really made his heart go boom. His regarded her a moment, and then his smile grew bigger than before. She would see his chest rising and falling with fuller breaths, and his grip around her shoulders squeezed for a second.
“I hope you understand how hard it is for me to conclude this 2nd date of ours without cumming inside you,” he said, still as calmly as the rest of his words. He would easily have spent as many hours fucking and making love with her as she’d spent in The Underway if that hadn’t been the big surprise he’d fine-tuned for her. She and he would have ended up elsewhere in his city, too; not in the hospital, nice though it was, but perhaps in the shibuyas or a penthouse downtown, making many happy memories there –and laying the foundation for countless more.
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Izzy smiles light then as she laid in his embrace and squirms in his arms when he’s heard ” I understand. it’s hard for me as well” fighting off that urge building to have him just rape or make love to her there in her hospital bed. Hell she would be happy to have him do that anywhere -e-
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“Well…” he said that word a few seconds longer than normal, “maybe just a few seconds won’t hurt.” He guided her face back to his, and gently kissed her lips several more times to ‘reheat’ her, then got down between her legs and slide his palms all the way up her shins, over her knees, and atop her thighs, before his face was under her lifted hospital gown’s lower end, his tongue lapping away at her cleaned pussy. He licked and kissed it numerous times in those few seconds he’d allowed himself, then forced himself to stop –for today.
“When you are feeling good as new, please give me a text or call so we can meet up and have some gentler fun before your big gladiator tournament experience. I really crave you. I need to be inside you again –a lot.” The man didn’t hold anything back.
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Izzy clawed at the sheets soon after she’s reheated at the kiss , her legs spread wide and moans ensued as he’s licking her clean sweet heat and she lifted her hips to meet his tongue. And when he stopped she nearly whined for more * I crave you too my king , I need you inside me always ” she cooed -e-
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“Jesus,” he almost growled with lust, “you make it so hard to stop. I’m going to summon you before the tournament and really take my time.” He leaned over her, unbuttoning and shifting her hospital gown, exposing her tits, and began cupping and sucking on them –thoroughly. Then he buttoned her back up. “I’m gonna jack off to that video of you today, then fuck a few dozen women while it gets to the really juicy parts; you running out of energy and going limp while those things down there started dragging you around between uses.”
Unfortunately, that was all they had time to chat about this time; it was time he made his way over to the air-and-spaceport to catch his flight.
Isabelle was free to sleep as long as she needed or wanted on that hospital bed. She’d be flown back around the world to her own home after, assuming she didn’t want to go shopping for a replacement outfit right before.
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Izzy purred some as he exposed her harden tits and groans when he sucked on them making them ache and then buttoned her back up after . Leaving her a trembling mess .
Nodding as she couldn’t wait until then. Her head lulling back ” and I’ll be dreaming of you, fucking me senseless. ”
” Have a wonderful flight home” be safe and I’ll call you in a few days ” she murmured .
-e-
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That was so hot of her to say to him, he almost pre-came. Licking his lips, he had to feel and taste hers a few last times, so he leaned back down over her and kissed her lips over and over until he was barely satisfied. “We are gonna fuck like champions,” he told her with a knowing smile, then finally reluctantly stood up and gave her one last happy audible breath before heading out.
Thank the gods he was gonna get to fuck her in just a few days. It had been too long, and the timing now was just right. Izzy was gonna get filled up and topped off so many times in a row before their one-on-one date was through.
Left in her well-appointed hospital room then, she was free to rest, surf their private web, go out on the balcony overlooking the landscaped courtyard, or ask for a ride to any of the city’s stores, everything for her free.
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How She Looks:
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2023 August+ Outfits for Fuck-dates with Me:
Sexy messages I text her / commands I say to/for her:
- “Izzy, I am pretending you are a cheerleader tonight. Put this on.”
- “Izzy, you are wearing this tonight before I rape you.”
- “Izzy, you are wearing this tonight while I rape you.”
- “Izabelle, wear this for your rape tonight.”
- “Rape-slut (Izabelle), put on something you don’t mind me tearing off you when I rape you today.”
- “Wear this for your rape tonight.”
- “Put this on and make sure you are ready to be raped this afternoon.”
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How I Love Helping Her, and She Loves Being Helped/Used/Raped by Me:
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Texts She Loves Sending Me:
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Books I Gave Her as Gifts:
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2023 September: Her Emoji
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Her First Time in The Underway:
Travel
Being Taken
The Wall
Tentacles
Splorch
Dogs
Facehuggers
Humanoids
Head in Wall
Bugs
Ceiling
Remaining
Revived
Possibilities
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2024 July 31 Wednesday/+:
Some of the best lines from her:
- Izzy blushed furiously as he’s heard as he’s making her fantasy’s come true and she purred, “Anything I can do to make your fantasy come true, as well.”
- “I wish to come around more often if possible,” said in that clear, lust filled voice.
- “I crave you, too, my king. I need you inside me always,” she cooed.
- “and I’ll be dreaming of you, fucking me senseless.”
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Her first week-long fuck-date with her crush, the High King, is August 18-24 (19-24, since he stays with his main family every Sunday).
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2024 August/+:
Our first week-long fuck-date together: 2024 August 18-24
- “How have you and Melissa been getting along?”
- “Let’s get you properly raped by me and the cave creatures so we can relax for our week together.”
- a more fine-tuned rape-play, just like she prefers; no crab or spider animatronic creatures this time, but all the ones she enjoyed from last time/s
- surprise van-based or MPHA-based abduction off the streets, wherever she is during the morning of August 18
- aftercare between rape-play intervals
- telling/teaching her how to make my own fantasies about her come true
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2024 October:
- She loves that I have started affectionately calling her my rape-doll.
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Also hear:
- Nirvana “Rape Me”
- 2024 May addition: “Smut Me” by Haezer
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