lois333
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Hey everyone,
I have four major projects in mind, each diving into dark fantasies, psychological twists, and deep, immersive storytelling. Some will be interactive, where you influence the plot, while others will be fully written, exploring intense and intricate themes, and choose which one you want to read.
Now, it’s time to choose. Which story do you want to see come to life first?
Captured and reshaped in the flesh markets of Slaver’s Bay, they escaped. But their flight led them to the Vale of Luthiel, a place older than time, a place that does not forget.
The Vale does not kill. It twists. It tests. It transforms.
Their weaknesses become their chains, their buried desires turned against them. Aisling, a half-fae, ensnares creatures with her every step, her feet an object of worship. Erynn, a battle-scarred warrior, feels her instincts rewritten, pleasure forcing her into submission. Selka, the master thief, is trapped by her own hypersensitivity, her body betraying her in ways she never imagined.
They run. They fight. But can they escape what they are becoming?
This story blends dark fantasy, sensory corruption, and forced pleasure in a world of ancient magic.
Part One would be fully written by me, ending in a somewhat “neutral” position. In Part Two, you decide shaping their choices, their fate, and their ultimate submission.
Themes & Fetishes:
Kaen, born from a forgotten clan, raised in exile, shaped by vengeance.
His bloodline carried a power too dangerous to be tolerated. The Kyōwarai-gan. A dōjutsu that did not control minds, did not twist bodies into weapons, did not break spirits with pain. It ensnared. It took a warrior’s most primal instincts—her fears, her weaknesses, the things that made her shudder in the dark—and turned them against her.
Konoha had feared it. And so, they erased his people, leaving behind nothing but a boy with nothing left to lose.
Now, he would make them fear it again.
Kaen did not seek to conquer. He did not seek blood. He sought justice through suffering.
For what was true terror, if not a battle you could not win? A war waged not with blades, but with your own body betraying you, your own mind surrendering to sensations you swore you could endure?
A glance. A voice. A single moment of weakness. That was all the dōjutsu needed.
The Kyōwarai-gan ensnared its victims, weaving an illusion so visceral, so absolute, that their own nerves ceased to be their own. But it was never just a trick of the mind. The body remembered. The body felt.
At first, it was a battlefield. A kunoichi would fight, grit her teeth, swear to endure. But the Kyōwarai-gan was patient. It did not break you. It let you break yourself.
Fear became sensation.
Sensation became laughter.
Laughter became pleasure.
And the moment a victim succumbed completely, the moment her body both shook with laughter and drowned in bliss, the Shōgoku claimed her. A prison without walls. A Genjutsu with no exit.
Once inside, she would never escape.
The Shōgoku did not reshape. It did not condition. It did not torture in the conventional sense. It simply let her live her worst nightmare, again and again, for all eternity.
Every fear she had buried, every weakness she had denied, it used against her.
It did not kill. It made her wish it would.
And in the waking world, her body would remain—shaking, twitching, reacting to sensations only she could feel.
A monument to what had been stolen.
Konoha had taken everything from him.
Now, he would take something they could never retrieve until he’s either dead, or abandon his vengeance.
Themes & Fetishes:
Karyn was overbearing. Too big, too loud, too much. Her raspy laughter echoed through the apartment, rolling like a wave of vulgarity. She had never tried to be a real mother. No home-cooked meals, no bedtime stories, no softness. Just her, sprawled on the couch in a sports bra, a beer wedged between her thick thighs, some guy of the week slapping her ass while Matt watched in disgust.
She lived without shame. Too present and too absent at the same time. He despised her as much as he tolerated her, trapped between instinctive rejection and an odd fascination he never dared to name.
Then, one day, she disappeared.
No explanation. No goodbyes. Just silence.
He should have been relieved. In some ways, he was. But there was a void. A space he didn’t know how to fill.
And then, there was the website.
A stream. A translucent curtain. A bound silhouette, offered to an anonymous audience. Victim001.
He never saw her face. Only her feet, oiled, exposed, treated with an almost reverent attention. He saw her thick thighs tremble under strain, her arms pulled tight against the restraints. He heard her broken laughter, her muffled pleas beneath the tickling, her gasps when the torture turned to pleasure.
At first, it was just chance. A morbid curiosity. Then a ritual. Then an obsession.
Every night, he was there. Watching her suffer, fight, lose. Watching her moan beneath invisible hands that never stopped. Reading the chat as it demanded more, always more. Watching the donation bars fill, pushing her further, breaking her piece by piece.
But most of all, he talked to her.
In private, after the sessions. She waited for him. She wanted him to stay. To see her, to accept her.
And he clung to that connection, not understanding why.
Or rather, not wanting to understand.
Themes & Fetishes:
Elias Moreau has always lived in control. A model student, a mind built on logic, a man of reason… and yet, a desire has haunted him for as long as he can remember. A forbidden thrill, an obsession he has buried too deep: the power of tickling. He dreams of it in secret, imagines the trembling laughter, the whispered pleas between gasping breaths. But he has never dared to cross the line between fantasy and reality… until he steps through the doors of Hypnos.
Sienna Laurent has never been afraid to explore. Always seeking sensation, always playing at the edge of limits, she knows what she wants… except when it comes to this one fantasy, too intimate to confess. Tonight, however, she chooses to surrender. To be the one who will suffer, who will laugh, who will beg.
He was supposed to be a stranger. A masked figure in the dim light, a deep voice at her ear, hands testing her resistance until she broke.
She was supposed to be just another plaything. A body offered up for exploration, a willing victim, a revelation beneath his fingers.
But night after night, the game intensifies. A connection is forged—burning, addictive. They seek each other out, meet again and again, give in to the other’s desires, never knowing who hides beneath the mask.
Until a whisper, a shiver too familiar, a plea spoken in a voice they know too well… shatters the illusion.
When the masks fall, what will remain?
The friendship they thought was unshakable… or the desire waiting to consume them?
Themes & Fetishes:
Vote here !
Let’s create something unforgettable.
I have four major projects in mind, each diving into dark fantasies, psychological twists, and deep, immersive storytelling. Some will be interactive, where you influence the plot, while others will be fully written, exploring intense and intricate themes, and choose which one you want to read.
Now, it’s time to choose. Which story do you want to see come to life first?
1. Bound by Desire – A Dark Fantasy Erotic Saga
Aisling. Erynn. Selka. Warriors, thieves, survivors—women who refused to break.Captured and reshaped in the flesh markets of Slaver’s Bay, they escaped. But their flight led them to the Vale of Luthiel, a place older than time, a place that does not forget.
The Vale does not kill. It twists. It tests. It transforms.
Their weaknesses become their chains, their buried desires turned against them. Aisling, a half-fae, ensnares creatures with her every step, her feet an object of worship. Erynn, a battle-scarred warrior, feels her instincts rewritten, pleasure forcing her into submission. Selka, the master thief, is trapped by her own hypersensitivity, her body betraying her in ways she never imagined.
They run. They fight. But can they escape what they are becoming?
This story blends dark fantasy, sensory corruption, and forced pleasure in a world of ancient magic.
Part One would be fully written by me, ending in a somewhat “neutral” position. In Part Two, you decide shaping their choices, their fate, and their ultimate submission.
Themes & Fetishes:
- Sensory corruption & forced pleasure
- Tickle torture & helplessness
- Foot worship & extreme sensitivity
- Bondage, submission, and training
- Corruption & psychological conditioning
2. Konoha’s Ghost – A Naruto Fanfic Saga
They called him a ghost, a myth, a nightmare whispered in the dark.Kaen, born from a forgotten clan, raised in exile, shaped by vengeance.
His bloodline carried a power too dangerous to be tolerated. The Kyōwarai-gan. A dōjutsu that did not control minds, did not twist bodies into weapons, did not break spirits with pain. It ensnared. It took a warrior’s most primal instincts—her fears, her weaknesses, the things that made her shudder in the dark—and turned them against her.
Konoha had feared it. And so, they erased his people, leaving behind nothing but a boy with nothing left to lose.
Now, he would make them fear it again.
Kaen did not seek to conquer. He did not seek blood. He sought justice through suffering.
For what was true terror, if not a battle you could not win? A war waged not with blades, but with your own body betraying you, your own mind surrendering to sensations you swore you could endure?
A glance. A voice. A single moment of weakness. That was all the dōjutsu needed.
The Kyōwarai-gan ensnared its victims, weaving an illusion so visceral, so absolute, that their own nerves ceased to be their own. But it was never just a trick of the mind. The body remembered. The body felt.
At first, it was a battlefield. A kunoichi would fight, grit her teeth, swear to endure. But the Kyōwarai-gan was patient. It did not break you. It let you break yourself.
Fear became sensation.
Sensation became laughter.
Laughter became pleasure.
And the moment a victim succumbed completely, the moment her body both shook with laughter and drowned in bliss, the Shōgoku claimed her. A prison without walls. A Genjutsu with no exit.
Once inside, she would never escape.
The Shōgoku did not reshape. It did not condition. It did not torture in the conventional sense. It simply let her live her worst nightmare, again and again, for all eternity.
Every fear she had buried, every weakness she had denied, it used against her.
It did not kill. It made her wish it would.
And in the waking world, her body would remain—shaking, twitching, reacting to sensations only she could feel.
A monument to what had been stolen.
Konoha had taken everything from him.
Now, he would take something they could never retrieve until he’s either dead, or abandon his vengeance.
Themes & Fetishes:
- Tickle torture as psychological warfare
- Foot sensitivity & worship as submission
- Hypersensitivity & forced pleasure through Genjutsu
- Fearplay & psychological corruption
- Bondage & inescapable captivity
- Endless submission with no escape
3. MODERATOR_476 – The Last Laugh
Matt has always had a complicated relationship with his mother.Karyn was overbearing. Too big, too loud, too much. Her raspy laughter echoed through the apartment, rolling like a wave of vulgarity. She had never tried to be a real mother. No home-cooked meals, no bedtime stories, no softness. Just her, sprawled on the couch in a sports bra, a beer wedged between her thick thighs, some guy of the week slapping her ass while Matt watched in disgust.
She lived without shame. Too present and too absent at the same time. He despised her as much as he tolerated her, trapped between instinctive rejection and an odd fascination he never dared to name.
Then, one day, she disappeared.
No explanation. No goodbyes. Just silence.
He should have been relieved. In some ways, he was. But there was a void. A space he didn’t know how to fill.
And then, there was the website.
A stream. A translucent curtain. A bound silhouette, offered to an anonymous audience. Victim001.
He never saw her face. Only her feet, oiled, exposed, treated with an almost reverent attention. He saw her thick thighs tremble under strain, her arms pulled tight against the restraints. He heard her broken laughter, her muffled pleas beneath the tickling, her gasps when the torture turned to pleasure.
At first, it was just chance. A morbid curiosity. Then a ritual. Then an obsession.
Every night, he was there. Watching her suffer, fight, lose. Watching her moan beneath invisible hands that never stopped. Reading the chat as it demanded more, always more. Watching the donation bars fill, pushing her further, breaking her piece by piece.
But most of all, he talked to her.
In private, after the sessions. She waited for him. She wanted him to stay. To see her, to accept her.
And he clung to that connection, not understanding why.
Or rather, not wanting to understand.
Themes & Fetishes:
- BBW & body worship
- Tickling & forced sensitivity
- Voyeurism & exhibitionism
- Loss of control & forced pleasure
- Unspoken desires & forbidden tension
4. Masks & Supplications
They say that behind the velvet-draped walls of Hypnos, every desire can come to life. Here, identities do not exist. Only the thrill, the surrender, the sweet torture of pleasure.Elias Moreau has always lived in control. A model student, a mind built on logic, a man of reason… and yet, a desire has haunted him for as long as he can remember. A forbidden thrill, an obsession he has buried too deep: the power of tickling. He dreams of it in secret, imagines the trembling laughter, the whispered pleas between gasping breaths. But he has never dared to cross the line between fantasy and reality… until he steps through the doors of Hypnos.
Sienna Laurent has never been afraid to explore. Always seeking sensation, always playing at the edge of limits, she knows what she wants… except when it comes to this one fantasy, too intimate to confess. Tonight, however, she chooses to surrender. To be the one who will suffer, who will laugh, who will beg.
He was supposed to be a stranger. A masked figure in the dim light, a deep voice at her ear, hands testing her resistance until she broke.
She was supposed to be just another plaything. A body offered up for exploration, a willing victim, a revelation beneath his fingers.
But night after night, the game intensifies. A connection is forged—burning, addictive. They seek each other out, meet again and again, give in to the other’s desires, never knowing who hides beneath the mask.
Until a whisper, a shiver too familiar, a plea spoken in a voice they know too well… shatters the illusion.
When the masks fall, what will remain?
The friendship they thought was unshakable… or the desire waiting to consume them?
Themes & Fetishes:
- Tickle torture & sensory overload
- Bondage & helpless submission
- Begging & power play
- Masked anonymity & hidden desires
- Edging & pleasure denial
Which Story Should I Write Next?
Now, it’s up to you! Vote for the project that excites you the most.Vote here !
Let’s create something unforgettable.
