Mass Public RP: "The Academy Club"

[KittyUmbrass]

This is intended as a large-scale, "everyone welcome" group RP thread. There's a few ground rules to keep everyone on the same page and make sure we don't step on each other's toes. The thread with the rules is also a place to drop details of any locations or NPCs you feel like donating to the general debauchery and wickedness I expect to see people get into.

I've created here a location (The Hedge Maze) and a NPC (The Maidservant) as examples of how that can work. I'm not going to give myself a player-character just yet, I'll wait and see what other people start doing before pinning myself to one role.

With all that said, here's the introduction to provide the scenario. I hope there'll be lots more to come from you!

Welcome To The Academy

Ravishurst Hall, more popularly known as The Academy Club, is a large fake-18th Century manor house/mansion on the edge of the bustling metropolis of Slutborough. Beyond its immaculate stately gardens and hedge maze, there is also an estate of several acres, with a 3 metre tall stone wall around the perimeter. Once there to keep the riffraff out, it now serves to keep the less willing residents of the Academy from escaping its clutches.

To the outside world, The Academy Club is a refuge for reclusive artists, or perhaps a rehab centre for something or other. No one really knows what truly goes on within that long perimeter wall, except those who end up there by invitation or abduction. It is a den of torture, fucking and depravity for the pleasure of the members, and the suffering of those whom they bring into the Academy.

Some members, the patrons, perpetrate the cruel acts on others, have the freedom to live outside the Academy, and come and go as they please. Some members, the harlots, have chosen to be their willing targets, and are only permitted to leave when they are given specific errands to carry out. Everyone else is just "property", and never leave until the members and owners determine they are surplus to requirements, at which point they are dumped with no possessions in a slum district of a city hundreds of kilometres away.

The exact ownership of the Academy Club is obscure, concealed through layer upon layer of legal and financial chicanery. It is run by the members, and the true owner, the shadowy figure behind it all, is known to none.

When you first arrive at the Academy as a member, you'll leave your vehicle in the stables just inside the gate and walk up to the imposing doors. A petite woman in her late 30s with long blonde hair plaited into two pigtails that she wears forwards over her shoulders will greet you. She has no name that she or anyone else can remember, and is known only as The Maidservant. She wears steel ballet boots forcing her onto her tiptoes, and a black and white maid's outfit with cutouts for her enlarged breasts, and a skirt that barely conceals her shaved pussy and its many gold piercings along the lips and clit. She knows every member by sight, and what their role and status in the Academy is. Her job is simply to greet them and record their presence. But, like all the harlots, she knows she is also there to be used by any patron. As long as she can watch for new arrivals and departures, she must serve.

[Neighbor]

I am "Tom". The maidservant saw me at a distance, probably seeing my mop of black and grey patches of hair haloing my face. She smiled warmly, I stood close and pecked a kiss into the hair at the top of her forehead, and I slipped a small sum into her pocket, not as "admission" to the Club, but as my regular gift to her.

I then stepped into the foyer, always impressed by the stairways, the hallways and the closed doorways, each tucked into its discreet alcove. But MY hangout was the group of chairs off to the right, discreetly arranged into a semi-circle, nearby shelves with books to read, and fresh newspapers. The smell of fresh coffees and teas coming from the warming-vessels on a nearby counter.

Drawing my coffee, and grasping a copy of the daily news, I settled into an over-stuffed chair, with the corner of my eye to the door, and began absorbing the day's news about the realm, about the sorry state of the world, about the lurid exceptions and accidents that populate the tabloids.

I had no appointments today, tho sometimes I would direct the maidservant to have arranged a hunt for me, the young girls instructed to strenuously avoid discovery and/or capture, and to physically resist with their utmost ability. When I had located a prey (I had a pretty good picture of the maze's layout in my head), I'd chase her down, tackle her, and physically bind her wrists behind her. Then lead my struggling prize to the nearest stocks, and wrestle her head into the opening, her freshly untied wrists thru their respective openings, and close the top part of the stocks locking her in place. When I had repeated this half a dozen times, often stopping to fuck my prize, perhaps use a riding crop on the back of her legs to make her scream, and to remind her that she had been instructed to avoid me and that she may have appeared to make less than her best effort (sometimes severely flaying a patch of skin, if they had performed poorly)...

... I'd head back to the mainbuilding, where there'd be waiting some meats, some breads, next to the coffee on the counter. There were facilities to refresh myself, thru a discreet door nearby, toilets, showers, exercise equipment. "Welcome to the prestigious 'Academy Club' with all its luxurious appointments", I'd think to myself yet again.

[LaLa71]

I really like this concept.

[Blue]

I can be very patronizing

[Corvid]

It would be reasonable to think that his contempt was from a bad day at work, or the slowness of the gate's opening for his Aston-Martin. But the property knows, and the harlots have come to recognize, that "contempt" is simply Bishop's baseline. Were he a woman, someone might quietly describe his countenance with a term like "resting bitch face". No one would want it to get back to Bishop that they were the source of such a description of him.

He rolls his neck as he steps out of the car, that nasty black cane with the silver head tucked under his arm, slicking back the streak of silver in his hair. He strides up to the Maidservant, and without a word, the cane snaps up between her thighs, cutting off any greeting she might have been about to offer with a "-nitt--!"

A black-and-white calling card appears in one gloved hand, and he thrusts it imperiously into the Maidservant's cleavage.

"Let anyone who might have a concern know that Bishop is here," he says, coolly, drawing the cane back and forth slowly against the poor woman's groin. "Until someone of interest shows, I'm going hunting. Pray that someone of interest shows, Maidservant..." He growls, leaning in.

She nods her understanding as he withdraws the cane from between her thighs, the black wood visibly moistened. Turning away with visible disregard, he passes her.

[VictimEyes]

My shaky stomach churned uncomfortably as I approached the manor house. I walked sluggishly, as though I were physically encumbered by the words on the document my anonymous extortionist left on my desk;
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I CAN PROVE
- beyond any reasonable doubt,

That you have funded your cocaine habit by defrauding this company. You used your executive access to write insurance policies on vehicles that do not really exist with VINs that don't really exist and then arranged for accomplices to report them stolen. You fast-tracked the claim process and after the claim was paid, you split the money with them.
If you wish to avoid being exposed and avoid being prosecuted as a criminal, then YOU MUST get yourself transported (you'll be better off if you don't take your car) to Ravishurst Hall, Slutborough.
You will be met at the door by a staff member dressed in maidservant uniform.


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I stepped onto the landing and began climbing the steps to the foyer. As foretold, a staff member garbed (barely) in a maidservant uniform greeted me cordially at the door.
I smiled and responded
"And a good afternoon to you, my dear. I'm Elizabeth Elmora - I believe that I am expected"

[Neighbor]

• My description for this public roleplay is located here

(I may be DM'd with questions, and/or, questions or suggestions may be directed to me in this other thread.)

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It is an uninteresting day for news. I am only holding my paper in front of me as probably a pretense as I daydream. University was boring, but I managed to keep my grades up. Gonna be an engineer, 'when I grow up'... another year to go...

A slight sound over by the 'Hunter/Member's door' draws my attention, glancing only casually in the general direction, a statuesque and athletic woman, youngish perhaps, seemingly by herself. Which is incongruous because her clothing is not upscale. Is she a member? Does she come for a hunt? Some lesbian-thing? Or, I would suppose they have male prey here too. But her posture is not that of a hunter. Something about the way her head hangs, whispers darkly, "Prey". ...I am immediately more alert, taking a sharper-focused look, moving my head only imperceptibly.

There is tentative conversation with The Maidservant, the official greeter. There is question, uncertainty, in the new guest's words and demeanor, tho I cannot hear 99% of the conversation. They talk for what seems to be 5 minutes or so, then The Maidservant puts her hand on the new guest's shoulder, and gently urges her to one of the back doors of the atrium, indicating that she is to step thru, whereupon the door closes silently, and the new guest has gone.

I wait, interested, to see if somebody is going to come in and post a new roster of available prey. Everybody here enjoys being the first to fuck newcomer prey... ... perhaps to lay a few scarlet welts onto the backs of her legs, just below the butt.

It is, then, exciting as I see that the new guest appears on the 'available prey' list for this afternoon, which was posted a couple minutes after 4 pm. Hmmm... Not much information (I'd later learn that my cursory reading of the list almost completely missed her 'bio' info). Soooo. Who ARE you, Elizabeth? Some little 'Daddy's girl' looking for a walk on the wild side? Who will 'buy you out of here' when you get bored? ... because for most of the 'prey', as I understand it, it is a one-way trip into Ravishurst...

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1. Anyone is welcome to participate at any time, but please wait for at least two other people to post before you make a follow-up.

[VictimEyes]

- Troubled but not traumatized by the maidservant's orientation briefing, I'm taking in my surroundings as she closes the door behind me.
- I am, after all, here on a mission. I am here to discover the identity of, and reach terms of resolution with my blackmailer.

- And before I get dumped off in Basin City with half a gallon of cum leaking out of my body cavities, I will.

- Fortunately (on some strange level) for me, and unbeknownst to him, my colorful, coke-whore past has prepared me for this experience. It wasn't that long ago I sucked off my drug dealer and his 'posse' (4 men in total) before they led me to a bedroom and 'ran a train' on me the whole night.

- So I'm thinking I can handle Ravishurst Hall.

- My eyes locate a desk clock and I begin watching the countdown. I've got 10 to 11 minutes. The maidservant had explained to me that a list of available victims - 'prey' in their parlance - would be distributed at 4:00 pm. She told me with total certainty that my name, images and a short bio WILL be on that list.