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Subjugation

Subjugation

zuzul
AI art "A Nightclub Memory"
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A Nightclub Memory

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Queen of the Desert: The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'Dalia left Rivermoor by horseback, looking for the Areolan Temple, known to house the power of the Breast Vicar. She rode until the sea disappeared behind her and the land turned to dunes of sand. “This must be the Deserts of Anima,” she thought. “Perhaps I’ve gone too far.” She rode until she came upon a desert city, full of rowdy barbarians and traders. She dismounted and moved through the caravan with trepidation. “I would very much not like to end up as I did on that ship,” she thought. As she walked to the center of the tent city, she stopped as a mighty red-haired woman was on an altar, pleasuring barbarian after barbarian with her enormous tits. Dalia stared with awe as the powerful woman subdued the rowdy men with her hands and breasts. The sight made her wet with lust. Her pleasure powers warmed inside her. After wiping herself off and adjusting her clothes, the beastly woman noticed the Casi and pointed. “Who the hell are you?” She barked. “Some fancy royal come to the desert?” “I’m Princess Dalia, the Pleasure Vicar, and I’ve been sent by the king to gather the other Vicars. Who are you?” She replied. “I’m Athena, and I run this place. Welcome to the traveling city of Elvania. Vicars huh? Never heard of them.” Dalia smiled. “I’m looking for the Areolan Temple. Have you heard of that?” Athena walked up to the Princess until her massive jugs eclipsed Dalia’s perky bosom. “Maybe, but first I want to see what a Pleasurs whatever can do. I challenge you to paizuri combat.” Dalia looks curious. A titfuck contest was so primative, but Athena’s tits were massive. How could she possibly win? Still, she desperately needed the information. “If I win, you become my vassal and will pleasure the men here,” Athena said, whipping out her monster mounds. “Deal. If I win, you take me to the temple,” Dalia said, exposing her perfect, but visibly inferior breasts. They went inside the tent of one of Athena’s finest breeding bulls and began the contest. “It’s simple: Whoever makes him cum the most wins,” Athena said. She got to work, her tits enveloping his massive cock. Within a few minutes, he was blowing his load on her tits and face. “Your turn, your highness.” Athena challenged. Dalia placed the cock between her tits. She rubbed with enthusiasm. Then, her powers activated. The pleasure the man felt was immediate - it was as if his cock were deep inside the tightest cunt in the world. “FUCK!” He yelled as he exploded his nut everywhere. Dalia was covered. Athena looked shocked before laughing cheerfully. “THAT WAS AMAZING!” She squealed. “No one has ever beat me at that. Is this the power of a Vicar? I want in!” That night, Athena treated the Princess to a wild night of feasts, fellowship, and fucking. The barbarian men pleased the Queen of the Desert and the Pleasure Vicar until they went to sleep. After a nice oasis bath, the two women headed to the temple, where the power of the Vicar awaits. (@gildenstein, @bad77, @barry915, @terror2, @starima, @smut317 and @murcie got Athena the win with seven votes! Mikala and Rina tied with three votes and Madeline had zero. All will be featured and maybe some others?)'
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Queen of the Desert: The Legend of Dalia

octavian
AI art 'Yumeko Bet' with user description 'The thrill hummed through my veins like the sweetest poison as I sat at that polished table in the heart of the underground casino. Ahh, what a deliciously rotten place~! A den buried beneath the city's glittering facade, where the worst kinds of men slithered—thugs, smugglers, killers with dead eyes—and at the head of it all, that slick high-end politician, smiling like a fox while enforcing his "no violence" rule. Winner takes all and leaves in peace. Perfect. I'd come here on a whim after overhearing whispers of the ultimate game: no limits, fortunes wagered on a single hand, the kind of stakes that could shatter souls. My blood sang at the thought. Normal life was so boring. This... this was ecstasy waiting to bloom. I wore my red uniform, the one that clung just right, a symbol of Hyakkaou Academy's twisted elegance. Cards danced between my fingers as we played. Hand after hand, I lost. Chips vanished. My stack dwindled to nothing. Each defeat sent sparks of maddening pleasure shooting up my spine. "More... lose more..." I whispered to myself, my cheeks flushing, thighs pressing together under the table. The men around me smirked, thinking they had me cornered. Fools. Losing like this—it was intoxicating. My heart pounded wildly, my mind reeling in that beautiful insanity only true risk could bring. The politician watched from his shadowed throne, amused. I bet everything I had left, pushing it all in with a trembling, euphoric smile. Down to zero. The rush peaked, making me dizzy with joy. "One more game," I purred, voice husky. "I'll bet... my body. For all the money on the table. Everything you have." The room fell silent. They refused at first—hesitant, glancing at their boss. How cute. As if they could resist. I slipped off my shoes slowly, letting them clatter to the floor. Then, with deliberate grace, I climbed onto the table, hiking up my skirt. Cool air kissed my skin as I spread my legs wide, revealing my extremely wet pussy, glistening with arousal from every lost hand. The thrill of exposure, of offering myself as the ultimate stake... it drove me deeper into madness. "See? I'm dripping for this game. Accept it, gentlemen~" Their eyes darkened with lust. Any sane men would. The politician gave a subtle nod. The bet was on. Cards were dealt. The final hand. I played with feigned desperation, letting the tension coil tighter. He revealed his—straight flush. Triumph flashed across his face. The others cheered. My body trembled, not with fear, but pure, twisted delight. Defeat tasted like heaven. "I accept it," I breathed, standing on the table. I peeled off my red uniform piece by piece, letting it pool at my feet. Naked, exposed, utterly vulnerable under their hungry gazes. I lay back on the felt, legs parted invitingly. "Use me. All of you." They didn't hesitate. The first man grabbed my hips, thrusting deep into my aching pussy. I moaned loudly, arching as he pounded me, every thrust amplifying the gambling high that still buzzed in my blood. Another filled my mouth, and I sucked eagerly, tongue swirling in ecstatic submission. They took turns, switching holes—pussy, ass, mouth—fucking me relentlessly on that table while the others watched, stroking themselves. Pain and pleasure blurred into one glorious storm. One came inside my cunt, hot seed flooding me; another claimed my ass, pumping until he spilled deep. They rotated, using every inch of me, grunting like animals. I came over and over, my body shaking, mind fracturing in bliss. "Yes... more... ruin me for this loss!" Cum dripped from all my holes, sticky and warm, marking me as their prize. Finally, spent and covered in their essence, I sat up slowly, a serene, unhinged smile on my lips. The men zipped up, smug and satisfied. But I reached for my hidden cards. "Royal straight flush." Silence. Then outrage. "What the—? You folded! You lost!" I laughed, soft and melodic at first, then wild, insane giggles bubbling up as I licked a stray drop of cum from my finger. My body still throbbed, leaking their loads, but the true victory surged through me like lightning. "Oh? I never said I folded, darlings. I simply... got on the table. And you all started fucking me so enthusiastically. The game continued, didn't it? Rules are rules here. No violence. Winner takes all." I gestured lazily at the massive pile of money. "This is mine now. And my body? Well, you already enjoyed your little consolation." The politician's face twisted, but he couldn't argue. The no-violence pact held. I gathered my winnings, still naked and glistening, slipping back into my uniform with deliberate slowness. The thrill of the con, the sex, the absolute domination through madness—it left me euphoric, craving the next abyss. These pathetic men thought they could break me? They only fed my addiction. As I walked out, pockets heavy and holes deliciously sore, I whispered to myself, "What a wonderful game... Let's play again soon~"'
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Yumeko Bet

jigsaw_
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 7"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 7

octavian
AI art "@blackhairedstudent's 2K Follower Special 🎉🎉 (Chapter 1)"
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@blackhairedstudent's 2K Follower Special 🎉🎉 (Chapter 1)

terror2
AI art "Winner jirou kyouka"
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Winner jirou kyouka

azariel
AI art 'Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'The journey to the port of Nightvale took three days. Dalia arrived at the bustling harbor. The smell of salt, fish, and tar hung heavy in the air. Tall masts creaked in the wind as ships rocked gently at the docks. Dalia walked through the crowded waterfront until they found the vessel they had been directed to: The Crimson Tide, a large, weathered merchant ship bound for Rivermoor. Old Captain Talos stood on the gangplank. He looked the group over slowly, his gaze lingering on each woman before settling on Dalia. “You want passage?” he asked, voice rough from years at sea. “We’re sailing with the tide tonight. But passage on the sea isn’t cheap.” Dalia stepped forward, her golden glow carefully muted. “I carry the King’s gold. Name your price.” Talos let out a low, humorless chuckle and shook his head. “Gold means nothing once we leave sight of land, little lady. Out there, the only currency that matters is flesh. If you want to sail on The Crimson Tide, you pay with sex. Every single day of the voyage. You will be available to the crew. Sixty men. They work hard. They fuck harder. You’ll serve them whenever and however they want.” “It’s a fifteen-day voyage across the sea,” Dalia said plainly. "I know," Talos responded. "These are the terms, Vicar." “I accept your terms, Captain. Fifteen days. I expect to be fed and not beaten. In return, you will take me safely to Rivermoor.” Talos grinned, eyes raking over the beautiful woman. “Smart choice, Princess. Welcome aboard The Crimson Tide.” He gestured toward the ship. The crew of sixty rough, hungry sailors watched from the deck with open lust as the woman began to board. As soon as the ship cleared the harbor and the last strip of land disappeared over the horizon, the rules changed. The crew of sixty men wasted no time. The gang-fucking began immediately and without mercy. The fifteen-day voyage had officially begun. Dalia closed her eyes, already mentally preparing herself for the long days and nights ahead. The lower galley of The Crimson Tide had become a nonstop orgy of flesh and cum. The sailors were relentless. There was no rest, no mercy, no breaks. As soon as one man finished, another took his place — sometimes two or three at once. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and salt. The wet, obscene sounds of cocks slamming into soaked holes, gagging throat sounds, and slapping skin filled the entire lower deck. On the fifteenth morning, the Crimson Tide finally sighted land. As the ship docked at the small port near Rivermoor, the exhausted woman stood at the railing, breathing in the fresh air like it was salvation. She got off at the Rivermoor Dock, sore, exhausted but closer to her objective. “I endured more than anyone should have to. Tomorrow I begin the search for the temple near here. But tonight… I recover.” @parda @bad77 @barry915 @kendarfulgrim @murcie @warmicestudios @cef_ultra @peterco @terror2 @blackhairedstudent'
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Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia

octavian
AI art "Asuka's gala evening"
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Asuka's gala evening

zuzul
AI art "Poo poo pee doo"
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Poo poo pee doo

zuzul
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money (Remastered)"
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Cyndel Vale needs money (Remastered)

octavian
AI art "💃🏻"
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💃🏻

bad77
AI art "Class President"
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Class President

octavian
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jlixard
AI art "100 Followers"
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100 Followers

smut317
AI art "Chel collection"
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Chel collection

owyerd
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kibh
AI art "Confidente model"
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Confidente model

zuzul
AI art "Shiver me timebers!! I’ve landed a hoe!! 🏴‍☠️"
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Shiver me timebers!! I’ve landed a hoe!! 🏴‍☠️

bad77
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