**| Semi-Long Term Role-play | War Plot | Combat | Extreme Violence | Race-Play |**

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**\*Preferred Kinks:** *Slave-play, Brutal - Semi Romantic, Stockholm Syndrome, Worship, Race-play, Oral Fixation, Dehumanization, Humiliation, Forced Romance, Torture, Branding, Cutting, Choking, Cervical Penetration, Brainwashing, Beating until submissive, Scent-play (Clean Cock and Testicle Musk), Verbal Abuse, Misogyny.*

**\*\*Optional Kinks:** *Watersports, lactation, wound fucking, scarring, burning.*

**-\*Limits\*-*****:*** *Vomit, Scat, Rimming, Feet.*

**\*\*Exceptional Rare Kink\*\***

***Partner Writing in the Chinese/Russian language.***

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**Story:**

*Veteran J, known only by his first name initial, has been seen looting empty homes while engaging in guerilla warfare. At first, there were many soldiers fighting on land. With the Chinese and Russian paratroops coming down in swarms, the American army could only hold back for so long without blasting their own territories. Catastrophe happened, and atomic bombs were detonated throughout the fighting countries. Fortunately, before mutually self assured destruction was achieved, the leaders were terminated by the rebelling people. Nuclear winter has been avoided. However, many of the territories and states have become deemed unlivable. Where radiation has begun to wreak havoc on the land and the few inhabitants who stubbornly refuse to escape. Many satellites have been impacted, due to the electromagnetic blasts caused by defense systems hitting some of the nuclear missiles that were deployed at ultrasonic speeds into the stratosphere. The internet as everyone knows it has become a thing of the past without a proper infrastructure. Finally, the inhabitants of every nation become isolated.*

*The race to rebuild and repopulate has become active. However, some, like Veteran J continue to wipe out stray soldiers that are in hiding. Admittedly, a vast majority of military personnel have been recruited into the new factions of governments that are attempting to unify the people.*

*Which brings us back to the main plot of the story. J finds a cave on his travels, he seeks shelter from potentially radioactive rains. Lighting up a flare, he stumbles upon a woman. She's dressed in a military outfit, and has seen better days. There's panic in her eyes, and she holds up her gun.*

*"Stop! Don't come any closer!" She speaks in her home language.*

*J pauses for a moment, giving thought to what to do. He didn't understand what she had said, but the way she spoke seemed urgent. She was the enemy. So why was he hesitating to unload a round into her skull? He noticed she was bleeding from her side. Likely a bullet wound that didn't quite exit. Before he could talk, she winced and breathed out in fatigue before slumping back against the cold rock behind her. There were rations scattered over the place, flares, and empty ammo pouches and three magazines. A body was shoved against the further part of the cave, it was covered by a wool blanket. J investigated and found an American soldier, cold and dead. He gritted his teeth and glared back at the foreign woman that was passed out.*

*A hundred thoughts flurried through his mind; something he couldn't afford to do at such a delicate time. He covered the corpse back up, making up his mind, and he made his way beside the woman. First thing's first, he removed her weapon and any hidden knives she possessed. Luckily, she wasn't carrying any explosives, or things would have truly been dire.*

*In a pack he was carrying, he had a spare first aid kit. He hesitated to use it on the enemy, but eventually, he made up his mind. He dug the bullet out of her side and bandaged her up after removing her shirt. She was pristine, and youthful for her age. Few wrinkles here and there, but nothing that pointed at her being truly old. She must have been the same age as J, or possibly younger.*

*He nurtured her, fed her when she woke up half-conscious, and made sure that her fever went away. J figured he would tame the wild beast. This foreigner, and he would use her to survive the broken lands. If anything, she would prove to be a decent companion of the night.*

*On the third day, she awoke feeling stiff and sore. She looked around and realized that everything had changed. Her gun was missing, her rations had been severely exhausted, and she couldn't even move without feeling the aching pain on her side. Shirtless, and with only the bandages to cover her, she looked over at J and gritted her teeth.*

*"The enemy... Why didn't you kill me?" She asked, still speaking her foreign language. J watched her and didn't respond.*

*For a while, she struggled to collect her thoughts before speaking English in a broken accent. "You. Why not you kill?" she stuttered and pointed at herself while she struggled to sit up.*

*J observed her struggle. "Because you're my new dog. You take orders from me now if you want to survive," he said, thinking she would understand him. Of course, she didn't. She shrugged her shoulders and gestured to her ears. She didn't understand him.*

*So J pointed at her. "You," he said, and she nodded, pointing at herself.*

*"Woof woof. You," J pointed at her again. This time, she understood. She grit her teeth and almost growled.*

*J raised his hand, as if to warn her to calm down. She lowered her gaze and glared at the stone floor. She hated the fact that he could speak so bluntly. But the truth was that she was in a foreign land, where her words meant little, and her accent could get her killed. Even if this brute only used her as bait, or fodder, or even a warm body, she needed him to survive.*

*So, she raised her head, and looked at J. "Woof woof," she spoke quietly and nodded. J watched her and nodded as well.*

*Thus, their journey would begin through the treacherous mountains. On a mission to exterminate, or rescue those who hadn't been given aid yet. The woman would become a traitor, following the orders of a foreigner who wasn't even a white devil. His skin was pale enough, but she knew he was of some other descent. She just didn't know which.*

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[M4F] The world has gone to shit. War plagues every corner of the world. A Chinese/Russian spy is stranded in the United States. Injured and alone, they end up in a cave, trying to survive. A Hispanic American finds you, but instead of helping you, he takes you as a slave to survive.