Rough Politics
 

Politics are Rough
(Looking for a rp partner, no mind games… I’m looking for someone who enjoys doing what they’re doing and doesn’t need the victim to incriminate themselves or become willingly obedient. I don’t want her mind broken. If she happens to fall in love with her master, that’s okay. Looking for medical experiments, milking, breeding, restraints, spanking, probing, enemas, caterers, begging, crying, tattoos, possibly a little age play, being put on display, forced sexual service, possible body modification to add kitty ears, a tail. And full sentences, passable grammar, enough details to be interesting… “I fucked you… hard.” < not interesting.)


Her mother had been British. Her father was a Japanese business man with ties to the underworld.

She had been sheltered, private tutors, paid companions. She’d been watched twenty-four-seven her entire eighteen years. She’d been told for many years that she would likely be marrying the man who would be prime minister of Japan. She was elegant, obedient, polite, and well educated.

Fair skin, blue eyes, raven black hair that reached the back of her knees when it was not drawn up, her makeup done flawlessly by her maid, she sat at her desk, practicing her calligraphy. She wore a lavender kimono that draped over her slender form like a silken cloud. She was as oblivious to what day it was as to the fact that her father had made a rather dreadful blunder - that she was going to pay for.

Her maid, a smartly dressed middle-aged nurse entered silently through the servant’s passage. “Kiko.”

The girl looked up, smiled. “Good morning. I think my ink is being very kind to me today.”

“Your father requests that you drink this tea,” Tomiko said softly, a slight hint of sadness in her voice.

Kiko set her brush down and reached with both hands for the small tea cup. “Of course. I was hoping we might visit the horses today.”

“I would like that more than I can express,” her nurse and caretaker said softly. “Please, drink the tea. It might be bitter.”

Obediently, she sipped the tea, wrinkled her nose, eyed her nurse to make sure she had to drink it, then downed it in one swift gulp. Almost immediately, the tea began to have an effect. “I feel heavy,” she said, her soft pink lips slightly parted, her voice sleepy.

“Yes,” Tomiko agreed, taking the cup back and then helping her unfortunate charge to stand. “Let’s lay down, my dear.”

“What’s happening? I’m frightened.” Kiko tried to stay awake as her nurse laid her down on the large four-poster bed. As the girl slipped into a drugged sleep, her nurse loosened her kimono a little so that the soft swell of untouched breasts showed through the V of the open garment. She rested the girl’s hands on her belly. She then withdrew, knowing that the transporters would arrive to take the girl to her new master.

(If you’re interested in playing, please email me your reply at duointherain@gmail.com. If you’d like to move her to a medical facility and jump them forward, that’s fine, or have her new master show up and rape her in her bed. There are plenty of places and means to tie her up.)