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An imp invades your house at night, strips you down, claws your underwear to shreds, and touches you in perverted ways. As they leave, they give you a pair of cartoony imp-themed briefs to replace your destroyed undies.
They come back next week and do it again. And again. Pair by pair, your underwear drawer is replaced by various imp briefs. One covered in simple imp heads. One with "IMP SLUT" written across the butt. One with imps lying in seductive poses. One with pitchforks and flames and "heeheehee!" text.
The imp comes on random days, so you never know what day's pair of undies will be shredded next. Any time you buy more underwear, you wake up to a pile of shreds and a fresh stack of more imp briefs.
Sooner or later, whether by choice or by desperation, you wear the imp briefs. And sooner or later, the imp comes on a day when you're wearing their briefs. They tell you how happy they are to see you wearing them. They grope you through the briefs, rub your crotch and grab your butt, no less perverted despite the clothing they allow you to wear.
Inevitably, the imp's goal is achieved: The only undies you wear are the imp-themed briefs. Every time you get dressed, you put on their briefs, and remember all those nights of dominance. You wear their mark everywhere you go, wrapped around your privates, snug and comfy.
You're theirs now. And they'll be sure to remind you every week.
There's a walk-in petting zoo event going on a few blocks away! There's gonna be lots of different pens set up, a bunch of pet-lovers to give us headpats and affection, it's gonna be great! If you're looking for a place to stay, there'll even be owners there looking to adopt! It'll be great!
Supervillain who loves beating up heroes and forcing them into surrender and exploiting them for pleasure, and loves it so much that they make sure to occasionally lose on purpose to give the hero(s) incentive to keep coming back
I've had this scenario stuck in my head that I kind of really want to write a story about...
This girl who has been job searching for a while finally lands what she thinks is a good one. The position is labeled as an "administrative assistant" at a local office building. She'll take anything, so she applies right away and she gets the job.
...what she finds out is that her job is more than just being an admin assistant. She's basically the office servant, engaging in petplay with all of the beautiful older woman office workers, as she follows their every whims... everything from performing menial tasks, getting them coffee, completing assignments for them, to wilder things like rubbing their bellies, feeding them food, acting as footrests for them, and even staying inside their stomachs... all for the sake of improving "office morale." Eventually co-owned by all of these ladies, serving them, and being unable to refuse a single order...
Of course, the benefits are great, and the pay isn't too bad either...!
There are four categories of people you will meet: Underlings, superiors, rivals, and love interests. One of my underlings has been attempting to convince me of the existence of a fifth category, "friend", which appears to have no purpose. I suspect it is a ploy to get out of performing her duties.
Clothes Meet Fire Demon (1,100 words, imps, stripping, super heroes)
With a wave of my hand, another blanket shoots forward to bind the next batch of little purple imps, netting five at once this time. Only one manages to slip past, and while I pride myself on being one of the more gentle heroes, even I can admit that punting these things like footballs is a blast.
With that, I'm finally at an advantage; that was the last of the imps, and the villain Devil's Due is still charging up their next summon. I send a pair of scarves to tie their wrists and ankles, and yank the pitchfork from their hands! They fall to their knees, and I point their own pitchfork down at them, asserting my victory. "I think this devil is due for a nap~"
They meet my gaze with irritation. "Don't get cocky, Sweet Dreams. No one ever wins against Devil's Due twice."
So I've heard. At least I won't have to worry about that until the next prison break.
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I jump down from the top floor, sending a huge blanket beneath me to grab at least a dozen imps. I don't even need to tie it; turns out their imps are pretty much mindless, and without instructions, they can't even figure out how to get out from under a sheet.
But now Devil's Due knows I'm here. They start to open a portal; I need to break their focus before they can summon it! I launch a barrage of pillows at them, but they command their imps to leap up and take the hits! I keep up the assault, and one manages to slip past the wall of imps, heading right toward their face-
Something lunges out of the portal, grabbing the pillow, and it burns away like flash paper.
Standing between me and Devil's Due is a new imp. A bit bigger, colored red and orange. And while the other imps can't speak any more than mere giggling... "Hey there, Dreamy. The name's Dryer Fire, and I'm your new least-favorite cuddle-buddy~"
The new imp sprints toward me. I shoot a pillow at it, but it turns to ash upon contact, barely slowing them down. It leaps up at me, and I raise my arms to block, getting my sleeves vaporized in the process. Still, I manage to grab it and throw it to the ground; it may counter my powers, but it's still just an imp.
I stare down Dryer Fire, weighing my options for defeating it quickly and without needing to replace my costume. It gets a smirk and. Runs away? No, toward the blanket I summoned... that's holding down a dozen imps! It runs across the blanket, dragging its tail through it like a knife, burning it away and setting loose the horde. The swarm charges me, and no matter what textile I can think to throw at them, Dryer Fire burns it all away!
I kick away the first imp that reaches me. As I kick the second, the third latches onto my ankle. And as I raise my leg to pry it off, the fourth tackles me off balance, and I fall. Then, I lose count.
Little hands grab at my wrists and ankles, each set adding a little more weight. They pull me down, fighting against my struggles, getting closer to winning bit by bit. I throw an imp away, punch another, but their replacements are already on me, and even the ones I fight off come back. As they pile on, pinning my limbs, those little hands get eager for more. They grip and squeeze and grope me, on my shoes, my pants, and my bare arms, making me feel their demon skin... and I can't do anything to fight back.
"That's a good look for you, Dreamy~" Dryer Fire says, standing over me. "But you've still got all this crud covering you. Let me help with that~" It lifts a foot, and steps on my chest, its weight hardly more than the other imps. But as a pulse of warmth spreads across my shirt, I feel its foot press right on my skin. My chest is exposed, in front of a swarm of handsy imps...
And they don't waste time. A pair of the creatures crawl across my legs, grabbing my chest, squishing my sides, rubbing over me... "That's more like it. And look at that blush! I love a nice, bright red like that~"
Dryer Fire's tail drags across my neck, sweeping under the collar of my shirt and burning away the rest of the top. An imp takes the chance to wedge its face into my armpit, making me yelp and squirm! The imps giggle at me, seeing how helpless and vulnerable I am. And how much more vulnerable I'm becoming...
Its tail travels down to my feet, and I suddenly regret my cozy choice of footwear. My slippers burn, and I feel those mischievous, devilish fingers right on my feet. Then, the tail zig-zags across my legs, shredding my pants, exposing me further... but leaving my underwear intact. For now.
Dryer Fire stares down at me, all but naked, groped and teased and swarmed. It crouches down, and puts a hand on my cheek. It's warm. "All done fighting now, Dreamy~? Can't win against a bunch of imps~?"
I look away. But everywhere I look, there's demons using me as a toy, violating my exposed, helpless form. Devil's Due is long gone with the bank's money. I've lost, completely and utterly...
"Nothin' to say? Well if you won't surrender, then I'll just have to break that last bit of 'armor' you've got~"
"Huh? Hey, wai-" I'm cut off by an imp shoving its butt into my face, laughing and wiggling. I reach up to shove it off, but my arms are still pinned under the perverted rascals! I thrash and struggle and-
It's gone. It just, vanished. Then the imps on my arms too, poofing into smoke. Dryer Fire and I watch as the purple imps disappear. "Ah, the master's finally too far away. What a shame, I barely got to have a turn with you. Oh well, I'll make this quick!" Before I catch its meaning, it grabs my crotch, vaporizing my underwear and leaving me completely naked! A second later, its hand starts to fade away. Its body turns transparent, evaporating like a mirage. "Enjoy walking home nude, Dreamy! Hope I get to see you again soon~"
And then, I'm alone. I sit there for a minute, thoughts and feelings rushing through my head, before getting up and summoning a set of pajamas to clothe myself. Heh, Dryer Fire must've forgotten I can do that. But the thought of how easily it stripped me down still plays in my mind... and I find myself agreeing with its parting wish.
my wizardgirl keeps mage regressing during the big boss fight, throwing out level 1 Ice Bolt and giggling like we're supposed to find it cute. I know this bitch can do a level 12 modified Frosthammer Vortex. It's not even hard for her. But the Wyvern Queen, who we're supposed to be killing, keeps going "Wow, that was a really big spell for you! good job giving me -1 speed! You're soooo powerful!" and my fuckass mage is beaming at her with those big wet eyes. I don't care if you get "level dysphoria" from your gigantic big-girl mana pool I'm about to die out here
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