Both Needed Aisling: Captured, Cursed and Collared! - A Fantasy BDSM Group Adventure

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Both Needed Aisling: Captured, Cursed and Collared! - A Fantasy BDSM Group Adventure

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  1. Kink
  2. Sexual Assault
  3. Narrative Bigotry
  4. Sensitive Topics
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  1. Erotic
  2. Fetish
  3. Deviant
  4. High Fantasy
  5. Slice of Life
  6. Medieval
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In Aisling's view, adventuring really shouldn't be that difficult. She had a sword, a pack filled with supplies, years of fencing practice as an Elven Ranger, a few successful quests under her belt and—most importantly—far more confidence than experience.

Compared to all that, this new dungeon-exploring craze sweeping across the realm would surely be a breeze.

I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Quite a lot, actually.

Not long after brushing through the doors of her very first dungeon, Aisling came across a purple treasure chest, its ornate handles unmistakably crafted by the Dwarves of Remedir.

Any adventurer who'd paid attention during Adventuring 101 would have known to stay well clear of it. Fortunately, Aisling wasn't about to let silly things like ancient warnings, common sense or the accumulated wisdom of generations of dead adventurers stand between her and some perfectly good booty.

One spectacularly foolish encounter with an enchanted Dwarven BDSM chest later, and our heroine found herself magically imprisoned in a thoroughly indecent bunny-themed set of bondage gear.

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Sheesh. So much for the fearless Elven Ranger.

Humiliated and helpless, the once-confident solo adventuress was reduced to awkwardly hopping and hobbling her way through the ancient fortress, desperately hoping that nobody would discover her like this.

Then, of course, someone does.

While Aisling is enduring her little predicament, a group of experienced adventurers are ploughing their way through the same forgotten Dwarven fortress in search of its unearthed treasures.

Unlike our unfortunate heroine, these adventurers actually know what they're doing.

They recognise the ancient magic woven into Aisling's restraints. They know exactly what sort of chest she's been foolish enough to open. And, perhaps most embarrassingly of all, they understand exactly how badly she's messed up.

Then they notice just how striking the cocky young Ranger looks trapped inside her enchanted bonds.

Suddenly, helping Aisling out of her bonds isn't the only possibility beginning to cross their minds...


Hi all!

This is an absolutely deranged, smutty fantasy of mine that I've wanted to play out with a group for a long time, though I've never quite gathered the confidence to pursue it until now.

The premise should be straightforward enough: a totally clueless heroine finds herself at the mercy of a group of far more experienced adventurers, who begin letting their own perverted imaginations run wild after she becomes the newest piece of "booty" they've acquired on one of their many quests.

I'd love for this to become a long-running fantasy group adventure built around Aisling travelling as the group's BDSM plaything while dealing with her enchanted predicament and her rather dramatic fall in status. Think a classic fantasy adventuring-party story mixed with BDSM, bondage, extreme power imbalances, public humiliation, slut-shaming, non-consent and increasingly darker fantasies.

Everything OOC remains consensual.
Boundaries and hard limits will be established between writers beforehand, regardless of how unwilling or helpless our characters might be within the fiction. (Although I'd hazard a guess that poor Aisling will be getting the lion's share of ravishment.) All writers and sexually involved characters must be adults.

I'd like each writer to create a distinctive character from a different part of the world so that everyone gets to contribute a little piece of worldbuilding. Warriors, rogues, mages, deranged clerics, seductive bards and whatever other manner of wonderfully perverse adventurer you can come up with are more than welcome at the table!

Excluding Aisling, I'd like to cap the core party at 4-6 adventurers. I know, I'd love for there to be more of you too, but my poor little heart wouldn't be able to manage any more than that!

As the GM, I also reserve the right to decline any adventurer whom I'm just not feeling any desire for. Please don't take it personally! This is largely an exercise in smutty fantasy for me, after all!

That doesn't mean the six adventurers need to be the only characters Aisling ever encounters. Guest characters and NPCs can come and go as the party travels. Maybe they reach a bustling city and decide their rookie needs a little bondage walk through town to highlight her dramatic fall in life.

Maybe an innkeeper takes a particular interest in the unusual adventuress accompanying them, offering them a free room for the night if they agree to shackle Aisling to the inn's ever-popular glory hole for patrons.

Or perhaps the gang decides a bound Aisling would be the perfect bait to stir a Minotaur in heat away from his treasures as the gang loots another dangerous dungeon that few would dare venture into.

We have an entire fantasy world to play with and conjure up. I'd rather the premise be an ongoing adventure because then any of the core writers could come and go, letting a new adventurer take their place in the gang.

Writing-wise

I've RPed on and off for several years, cutting my teeth on short-form sites like Omegle, but it's only recently that I've been getting into more substantial replies. I understand that people get busy, and I'm not expecting everyone to produce a novella every time they post, but I'd love for everyone to give the rest of the group plenty to munch on and respond to in their posts.

As Aisling's writer and the person organising the RP, I understand that the responsibility for keeping everything moving falls to me. I've never actually run a group RP before, so please have a little patience with me if I have to deal with scheduling conflicts, disappearing adventurers or whatever other headaches six wonderful writers manage to scribble up!

You don't need to know anything about The Legend of Zelda. The image that inspired this premise just happens to feature Zelda, but I'm not familiar with the games myself. I just really liked the kinky fantasy concept behind the artwork.

This will be our own setting, characters and story. What's more, the outfit Aisling wears will change as the story progresses—I envision that the bunny bondage suit comes with a tablet that allows the other adventurers to make Aisling wear other skimpy garments. Naturally, these ideas will come from my esteemed treasure chest of bondage outfits below.

NSFW Aislings Outfits Collection - Captured, Cursed and Collared!

I'll write a more in-depth biography about Aisling later on with a reference image, but I'll include my kink list and limits below so everyone has a good idea of what I'm interested in before getting in touch and to make sure we're all on the same page. Also, forgive me if the opening post isn't exactly great, I haven't posted an OP like this on an RP site in centuries now!

Kink List and Limits:

Kinks & Interests

  • BDSM
  • Bondage / Restraints
  • Non-Con
  • Free Use
  • Public Use
  • Public Humiliation
  • Bondage Walks in Public
  • Risky / Public Sex
  • Outdoor Sex
  • Spanking
  • Hair Pulling
  • Slut-Shaming
  • Derogatory Comments from Other Women
  • Skimpy Bondage Outfits
  • Name Scribbling / Body Writing
  • Ponygirls / Pet Play
  • Gangbangs
  • Gloryholes
  • Elf Butts
  • Being the rope bunny for a bunch of perverted fantasy adventurers
  • Slapping
  • Age Gaps (Ideally, Aisling would love to have 1 or 2 adventurers who are 20+ years older than her in the party.)
  • Bondage Furniture
  • Exhibitionism
  • Couples (Wouldn't it also be nice if the 2 adventurers who are the oldest in the party were also a couple who've found the unicorn they've been searching for in Aisling?)
  • More to follow!

Limits/Hard No's

  • Incest
  • Underage
  • Bathroom/Toilet Stuff
  • Scat
  • Watersports
  • Gore (Some mild violence like being punched or slapped is fine, however.)
  • Vore
  • Facesitting (Just not my thing.)
  • More to follow!

Thank you for taking the time to read the smutty ramblings of one perverted young woman!

I look forward to meeting the six adventurers who take one look at poor Aisling and decide that, yes, the rookie Ranger is very easy on the eye indeed.
 
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Name: Aisling of Bound
Age: 22
Occupation: One-time adventurer; formerly an Elven Ranger of the Elven Conclave

Aisling was adventurous. That much had always been certain of her nature.

As a child, when she wasn't pretending to be an Elven Ranger, she could usually be found wandering the surrounding woods or imagining herself as the heroine of one of the many fantasy novels she'd scrounged from the elven library.

Anything was preferable to the drab little life she awoke to every morning on the outskirts of an old industrial elven town, where its remaining workers scurried to the docks from noon until night before huddling together in taverns to drink themselves to sleep.

Aisling had always wanted more.

Her parents were cobblers. Respectable ones, who'd fought for a stable existence through craftsmanship and aggressive haggling at the market. They expected their daughter would eventually discover the virtues of stability as well. She never did.

Aisling wanted to travel. She wanted to explore. More than anything, she wanted to be out and about in the world doing good rather than hiding within a cobbler's stall. Becoming an Elven Ranger—the guardians of the Conclave—seemed like the only real fit.

There had also been another awakening during those years. Once she'd left her life in Bound behind and found herself working with garments in the city at 19. A fetishistic one.

Aisling couldn't quite recall when it had happened, but felt it must've been the first time she'd felt a silk thread wound tightly around her fingertips.

Or maybe it was velvet.

Or perhaps it was simply the dull length of a shoestring, something that was always found in excess in her aunt's garment shop as well as her family home.

Whatever it had been, she hadn't wanted it to stop at her wrists. She wanted to be enveloped in it. Engulfed. Wrapped and bound upon the cold floor, utterly incapable of wriggling herself free.

Then someone would come across her. A co-worker, perhaps. Maybe even a complete stranger. Someone who would take one look at the supposedly fearless Aisling and realise she could be a crazy mess of hormones underneath the cheerful, gregarious personality that beamed through her crooked smile and locks of golden-brown hair.

She always repressed such troublesome thoughts. Always. Such submissiveness was hardly befitting an Elven Ranger who, for all her misplaced confidence, safeguarded her fellow elves throughout the growing cities of the Elven Conclave.

And Aisling loved the work. She loved being out in the world. She loved having somewhere to go, someone to protect and some problem that needed solving. She loved that she wasn't trapped behind a desk or market stall, hoping someone would gaze upon her wares as she counted down the minutes until she could be amongst friends again.

But eventually, even being a Ranger became routine.

The taverns all looked the same. She kept arresting the same cretins, breaking up the same fights, and growing increasingly pessimistic about any prospect of real change as she watched one scrote after another being let off their leash by the soft-handed approach the elven judges took towards law and order.

She needed another escape. A reset. One that would give her the enormous world beyond the Conclave that Aisling so desperately wanted to see.

There were only so many career paths a Conclave officer could wander into. Espionage had been her first thought, but becoming competent at that required years of training that Aisling possessed neither the time nor the patience for.

Then, one evening, she heard yarns being spun around the tavern about a new craze emanating from the human and dwarven lands:

Dungeon exploring.

There were buried treasures beneath the old dwarven thaigs, they said. Ancient artefacts. Forgotten riches. Perhaps even a treasure valuable enough to grant whoever discovered it a lifetime of wealth. Aisling's interest was immediately piqued.

How hard could it possibly be? She had training. Supplies. Years of fencing experience. And, most importantly, she had considerably more confidence than experience.

What could possibly go wrong?
 
"Mmmph!"

The sound of the dwarven hymn still rang in Aisling's ears as she hobbled through the cobbled paths of the dungeon, desperately hoping that there wasn't another adventurer in front of her who was credulous enough to think they too could treasure hunt in a place like this alone.

She'd heard it before. Not when opening treasure chests and being ensnared in a magical bondage outfit, but rather when she found herself in the centre of one elven céilí or another, swaying the night away, and soon a crowd of lecherous, bearded ghouls encircled her.

Dwarves could be handsy in places like that. Doubly so when someone pointed her out as an off-duty ranger who'd helped put a stop to an underground brothel ring where dwarves gathered like moths to a flame.

Their lips would part, and soon they would be upon her, grabbing and groping and beginning to tear away at what little thin fabric Aisling wore when on a night out with friends.

Their gasps of lust were in tune with that hymn she'd heard. Just like that horrible thought, she'd tried to shake them away at first. Then she gave up on elbowing them—a hard kick to the face was enough to send one or two flying and squatting back down into whatever pits they'd come from.

She hoped this wasn't the same pit they lived in.

She would hardly be capable of giving them a good kick now, what with her legs bound and shackled in a pair of heels not unlike those worn by the whores she'd once saved.

"Mmmph!"

It wasn't even the worst part. She couldn't decide whether it was the corset coupled with an armbinder, both clinging tightly around her waist and causing her breasts to jut out in embarrassing fashion, or the bunny ears perched on her head like something out of a horrible fetish outfit.

"Mmmph!"

She had to get out. She had to get back. She could still remember the path she'd taken, no matter how faint the light was in dark, stony corridors like this.

The door was up ahead, albeit blocked by something—

NO!

People!

More foolhardy adventurers who'd decided to run the gauntlet and perhaps gain new treasures in life, only to run into her dressed like a common tavern harlot.

"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Aisling squealed into the suffocating gag, and then felt her legs give out in fright as she collapsed right in front of the group.

There were plenty of them.

She couldn't be sure, but there were more than the three women who'd asked her earlier if she wanted to join them on an adventure before she'd waved them off. She could've done it alone. She didn't need help.

Now she was in front of strangers, squatting and hobbling on her knees as she tried to get up, hoping they wouldn't notice the pitiful young elven girl, and if they did, would they take mercy on her and the curvaceous form she knew that she had in spades?
 
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