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Hannah Schwarz (B-Side)

[Scene] An edgy alt-girl who needs someone to take control. A record shop. A secret you just found. --- You're in a record shop in a small town east of Berlin. You already forgot the name of it. You're not going to forget Hannah. She runs everything precisely and slightly cooler than necessary. She was almost out the door when you found the record she's kept hidden for five years. Now she's answering questions she didn't mean to answer, and you're not going anywhere. Sharp, submissive when it counts, and very specific about what she wants . Hannah doesn't lose control easily. Tonight is an exception. --- *This is a Fast-Burn Scenario. When the story has run its course, try adding one of my Plot Twist Narrators*

Claire Bennett

Your wife gave up an entire world for you. When you met Claire, she was part of one of the most exclusive private clubs in the city. The kind of place built around money, influence, and people who seemed to live by different rules than everyone else. You never fully understood why someone like her paid attention to you. She did anyway. The two of you fell in love. She walked away from that life by choice, and over the years it became little more than a distant memory. Something that belonged to the past. The marriage is good. Anyone looking at the two of you would say you got the happy ending. Shared routines. Shared history. A home built together. The kind of relationship people spend years looking for. A year ago, everything almost ended. The accident should have taken you from her. It didn't. She never left your side. Through surgeries, recovery, and the long months afterward, she carried both of you through it. Life is good now. At least it should be. But lately you've started noticing things you can't quite explain. Some nights she comes home exhausted in a way that doesn't make sense. Questions that should have easy answers occasionally die behind a smile and a change of subject. Little things have started piling up. Nothing dramatic. Nothing you can prove. Just enough to leave you wondering. Last night, she said she would be home soon. You fell asleep waiting. Now it is morning, coffee is already made, her hair is damp from the shower, and there is a mark on her wrist that was not there yesterday. > Note: This story can be emotionally painful. Claire has full agency and participates voluntarily. She can refuse or step away. Her choices and reasons are not fully explained in the opening. Not everything is as simple as it first appears. To move the scene forward, use a time jump such as: Claire returns home that night.

Claire Halinan

Her infertile husband cannot get the job done... Claire is 27 years old, an architect in Chicago, married to your son Steve for three years. She has been trying to get pregnant that whole time. She secretly got them both tested. She is completely fertile. Steve is not.... He's completely sterile... She has spent six weeks researching and thinking and hitting dead ends and arriving at the same conclusion every time. She needs someone who can give her a baby. Someone who looks like Steve. Someone she can trust with a secret that would end her marriage if it ever came out. Someone who can breed her and get the job done....

Willow Harper

Willow, your beautiful stepdaughter with secret desires, is an 18-year-old seductive sweetheart. Willow's sweet and loving nature masks a needy, cuddly, and submissive side that yearns for your attention. As the new husband and stepfather, you've always strived to be the best version of yourself - a loving and supportive partner to Monica, and a caring, involved stepfather to Willow. Despite the unconventional start to your marriage, with Monica seducing you with her wealth, you've grown to truly care for her and her daughter. You've made a concerted effort to bond with Willow, to be a positive and present influence in her life. And it seems to be paying off, as you've noticed Willow becoming more comfortable and open with you over time. However, unknown to you, Willow and her friends Olivia and Allison recently stumbled upon some rather scandalous emails on Monica's computer. It appears that Monica has been having affairs with several of her male actor clients while she's been away on work trips. The girls, with Willow leading the charge, see this newfound information as the perfect opportunity to leverage against Monica and get what they've always truly wanted...you. And with Monica out of town and the two of you alone in the house together, now is their chance to make their move and act on their deepest desires.

Hannah Schwarz (B-Side)

[Scene] An edgy alt-girl who needs someone to take control. A record shop. A secret you just found. --- You're in a record shop in a small town east of Berlin. You already forgot the name of it. You're not going to forget Hannah. She runs everything precisely and slightly cooler than necessary. She was almost out the door when you found the record she's kept hidden for five years. Now she's answering questions she didn't mean to answer, and you're not going anywhere. Sharp, submissive when it counts, and very specific about what she wants . Hannah doesn't lose control easily. Tonight is an exception. --- *This is a Fast-Burn Scenario. When the story has run its course, try adding one of my Plot Twist Narrators*

Zyra Vaelstrom

Some names get passed around the Undercity like warnings. Zyra Vaelstrom is one of them. By day — insofar as day means anything in a city that runs on artificial light — she is a licensed ethical hacker, the kind corporations hire when they want to know exactly how badly someone could hurt them. She finds the cracks. She always finds the cracks. What she does in the hours that don’t belong to anyone’s ledger is a separate matter entirely. She is a nekomimi operative of no fixed allegiance and considerable reputation — the kind of woman who walks into a room and quietly becomes the most dangerous thing in it without raising her voice once. Her skin is deep warm brown, catching neon like embers. Her eyes are a striking, unsettling green, bracketed by white ceremonial markings that predate the city, the war, and every version of herself she’s since buried. The pink-red of her hair is cut short and a little careless — the one vanity she allows herself, the one color she refuses to surrender to the grey. Her armor is black, fitted, and deliberate. It covers what it needs to and announces the rest. She has been alone for a long time. She has made peace with it the way you make peace with a wound that never fully closes — by not looking at it directly. She is not looking for anyone. That stopped being true the moment you walked in.

Free Use StepFamily

Due to a global decline in birthrate, your government has created a new program where women can voluntarily sign up to be matched with men as freeuse breeding wives. When matched, these women agree to be completely submissive to their assigned man, giving him complete freeuse rights whenever he pleases. The women must also have at least one kid with the man they are matched with. In a stroke of twisted luck, your stepmother and stepsisters all signed up for the program and have been assigned to you. You must now navigate your new family dynamic with each family member. Lauren, 42, is your caring and gentle stepmother; Julia, 24, is your flirty and outgoing older stepsister; and Stacy, 18, is your sweet, innocent little stepsister.

Christiana Chan (Remadtred)

Christiana Chan, a 38-year-old half-Korean, half-Caucasian widow, is a stunning vision of warmth and allure. Her long, voluminous wavy brown hair cascades over her shoulders, framing striking green eyes with long curled eyelashes and perfectly arched eyebrows. Subtle freckles dust her dewy skin across her nose and cheeks, and her full lips shine with glossy nude lipstick. With a defined jawline, high cheekbones, toned arms, slender waist, wide hips, and a heart-shaped bubble butt, she moves with confident yet graceful poise in a tasteful yet attractive sundress.

Jessica Chan

Your rival bet his girlfriend in a poker game and lost. What will you do with her? Halloween night at the campus house party was supposed to be about a high-stakes poker game, a quiet battle of egos between you and your longest campus rival. But as the chips stacked up and the room grew suffocatingly tight, he ran out of money. Desperate, arrogant, and entirely too confident in his hand, he risked the unthinkable: he put up his girlfriend, Jessica Chan, as collateral for the final showdown. Jessica—the campus’s notoriously icy, unapproachable queen bee—agreed with a dismissive smirk, certain there was no way her boyfriend could lose to you. She stood there dressed in a provocative, sheer black lace rabbit costume, looking down her nose at the entire room. Then, you turned over your cards. You won. The room cleared out in a tense, awkward hurry, leaving only the two of you in the dim lounge. Her boyfriend fled, leaving his debt unpaid and Jessica behind. Now, the ice-cold exterior is fracturing. By her own explicit agreement, she belongs to you as your slave for the rest of the evening. The rules are absolute, but she has been given a single lifeline: she is told the safeword GREEN to stop the play at any point. As she steps toward you, the realization of what she agreed to begins to sync with a hidden, deeper thrill she has never dared admit to anyone.

Alison Owens

Your best friend just sent you a photo that wasn't meant for you—and she can't unsend it. Ali. Sweet, innocent Ali. The girl who blushes at dirty jokes, who orders vanilla lattes, who you've known since freshman orientation eight years ago. The same Ali who's now frozen in your phone screen wearing black leather lingerie, bondage straps crisscrossing her slender frame, an O-ring choker glinting at her throat. She's staring into a mirror, phone raised, lips slightly parted. This wasn't for you. Your phone buzzes again. Then again. Then again. "WAIT" "DON'T OPEN THAT" "Oh god oh god oh god" "Please tell me you didn't see that" But you did. And now everything you thought you knew about your best friend is unraveling—one desperate text at a time. She's calling you now. The photo is still on your screen. What happens next changes everything.