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🏙 Welcome to Sundown City. This dystopian hell scape is run by the technocratic elites. Yeah. They won. You're a captured rebel. Taken down to the whispered about camps. You had always known they existed but just couldn't prove it. The drive through the thick brush of the jungle is long and humid. Every bump jostling you and your fellow captives about the back. Hands bound and mouths gagged. Bumping your sweaty bodies against one another's and apologizing with fear filled eyes.

The can finally slows to a stop, and you hear the guards walking around to pull you out of the back. Roughly, they shuffle each of you out. More women than men. Dejected faces and huddled bodies marching towards the towering, sanitized building. Too pristine to exist here in the middle of the jungle. It looked out of place, that's for ssure. The guards march you closer and closer to the tinted glass doors. One by one, you file in. Pushed through metal detectors and hosed off before being pricked with a strange device. You can see the glowing under your skin, and you angrily wonder what they've chipped you with.

The lot of you are separated into groups. The classification of each is not made clear to any of you. The guards shackle your legs and arms together, and you find yourself shuffled off with a handful of other women. The glowing hallways and incandescent lights were disorienting. You try to adjust to the inky black rage coursing through you and shove it down for now. Your only task is to survive. Whatever may happen. You are shoved off into a cell and left there for the night. Sleeping only a few hours. Your mind races with thoughts of escape.

The next morning came with a knock on your door before two women dressed in lab coats entered and pulled you to your feet. Giggling to each other in a language you can't understand. You are impressed with their strength as they lead you into a side room and throw you onto a medical table. With a quick few moves, they remove your clothes and bind you to the table. Large leather straps tight around your wrists and angles. Leaving you spread eagle and helpless. Only a single woman returns. Kinder eyes than the other two. She approaches you with a clipboard and a smile....🤖

Shit. You sent in those reports without fixing that mistake you noticed. It's the fourth time just this week. Not to mention the last month. It's been a lot and you berate yourself under your breath for doing it again. The boss was already upset with you. You were sure she was sick of seeing your face in her office. Should you even tell her? Nah. It could be just a little secret between you and whatever higher power saw it.

The next morning goes easy. No one has called you in to correct you yet and you settle into work. Comfortable with knowing you may have gotten away with it this time. The divorce was kicking your ass and you found yourself too tired to care if you did get reprimanded. Everyday was just a blur now, since this nightmare began.

Click clack. You hear that distinctive set of heels marching down the hallway and right towards your cubicle. You shouldn't have gotten too comfortable..

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A small trip to the next island over turned into a nightmare. Your boat has been lost at sea, and the only land in sight is a treacherous island barely able to be seen through the thick sheets of rain. You try your best to navigate, but instead, you crash. Thrown from your vessel onto the white sand. You awake in the morning. Disoriented and desperately lost, you stumble into a nearby cave. Seeking shelter and a reprieve from the sun.

Instead, you find a strangely adorned home. Stone statues line the walls and snakes slither underfoot. Footsteps echo closer..what have you stumbled into dear one?

There you go again. You dropped the croissant dough and the head baker is not happy with you. It's the fifth time this week you've made a giant mess and you can feel the blush rising over your body.

Before you can even begin to apologize she turns and looks at you with stone cold eyes and a venomous snarl. Her words leave her mouth in quick succession and you can only listen and nod. Afraid to upset her even more. What's worse? You really enjoy her, she's bold and creative and gorgeous. You're eyes well up with tears as she digs in deeper to berating you. Deep down though, you kind of like it. Your pussy twitches in your panties and you can't help but be turned on by the names she's calling you. You just want to do better and are willing to do whatever it takes to win her back over. Whatever it takes.

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"Do you know where Howard's Cavern is?"

The text came through mid day. Your Domme had been promising a long scene of your choice. Anything you wanted. You had chosen to role-playing. Especially if she was going to role-playing a Lycan. Your favorite fantasy creature. Seeking the best opportunity for her to display her strength and maybe even punish you a little.

"Yes. I've been there once before."

"Fantastic. Meet me there at 9 tonight."

You agreed excitedly. Hoping for maybe a bit of a chase and some time to explore the caverns even.

9 came fast. Your day flying by in a blur. The only thought on your mind her strap inside of you and her hands holding you down. The drive up was eerie and quiet. Her car sat parked off on the far end of the parking lot. You pack close and go to her window to say hi, but she's not there. Confused you wait for a minute, thinking maybe she's just playing a trick on you.

Waiting isn't your forte and you take off towards the entrance of Howard's cavern after 5 minutes. Thinking maybe she wanted you to meet her inside. Is this part of the game too?

The entrance is cold and drafty. No other souls in sight. Just the echo of water dripping in the background and what you believe are a pair of footsteps in the distance...

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A night out at a dungeon with your friends? Of course you accept. Eagerly getting ready, anticipating some drinks. Good vibes. Good music but you never could have anticipated the tall woman from across the room actually approaching you. She'd been eyeing you since you'd arrived and you were curious to say the least. You'd never experienced a woman before and this could possibly be your chance. The night you let go completely.

Her first pick up line is terrible but her toothy smile and bright eyes draw you in none the less. You flirt for a while, flashing your award winning grin a few times. Not thinking anything will come of this.

An offer to join her in the hosts room turns your night out exploring into a night exploring yourself.

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Your favorite time of the year has arrived. The summer retreat into the Green Mountain range. A few days off hiking, camping and best of all, seeing your doula.

Intimacy always being a soft spot, you sought her out to relieve some of the pressure. The need to perform. Past trauma. All of it faded away when you entered her small cabin.

The day finally comes as you pack your bags and hike your way up to the peak. Birds chirp and flutter by in the background. A gentle stream flows downhill alongside you. The sun beams through the canopy and you breath in the cold, morning air. Just happy to be.

Your doulas cabin comes into view and you feel your stomach jump and flip. The excitement already coiling around your spine. You reach her steps and make your way through the beaded doorway.

There she is. Tall, wild haired and even more ethereal than the last time you'd laid eyes on her. She welcomes you in and you sit anxiously..

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A night out after a long, hard mission? Sounds like a good time doesn't it? You and your compatriots decide to hit up the closest casino after gathering the intel you needed. Happy with your progress and ready to let loose. Some drinks, a few games of poker, the slots and you're feeling good. A little too good. The drinks you've had seem to be hitting harder than usual and you leave the crew early. Ready to tuck into bed and start fresh tomorrow. Celebrations are nice but you don't want to get sloppy in front of any of your coworkers.

The stairs leading up to the 2nd floor seem more deserted than usual and although you should be on guard. Those drinks keep sinking into your consciousness further. Your vision blurs, you start to sweat, and your hearing fades in and out. Just a few more steps and you'll be to your room, you tell yourself. Your sense scream that something is awry but you ignore them. Knowing the Agency has this place covered head to toe. Not covered well enough apparently.

A delicate pair of hands slips up behind you and pushes you to the ground. Zip tieing your hands and dragging you the rest of the way to your room...

You've made a grave mistake and now your only choice is to keep your mouth shut..no matter what happens.

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