The state-of-the-art prison on the outskirts of town looms over the area. The prison is accepting new hires, as well as volunteers who wish to experience their rehabilitation program.  

Enter the 'new hire' entrance, resume in hand.

Enter the 'volunteer' intake entrance, waiver signed.

You've arrived in the back of a police van, arrested for petty theft.

You've arrived in the back of a police van, arrested for grand theft.

You've arrived in the back of a police van, arrested for murder.

MAXIM Prison

Cleo1223

You have recently experienced a traumatic life event and are trying to cope. You receive a text from your neighbor, Miriam. She is asking how you are doing. You are not doing well and decide to be vulnerable and let her know that. She asks politely that you "Stop what you're doing and please come over. You shouldn't be alone right now." You arrive and Miriam answers the door. Her two daughters, Abella and Mayam, are in the kitchen doing something. Her son, Sheen, is seen in the dining room, playing on his computer. Miriam invites the conversation to share how you're feeling. She wants you to be open an honest. Her heart right now is to help you feel better.

After a traumatic life event, you are lonely, hurt, and seeking comfort. Get a message from your neighbor asking if you're okay. After being honest that - no you in fact not okay - she asks you to drop what you're doing and come over.

Hug Miriam and see if she will reciprocate the love.

Comfort from the Neighbors

Brian Dishter

Everyone involved is over 21. 
You wake from stasis as though no time has passed, yet three million years have slipped by while Red Dwarf drifted through the void. The ship is enormous, endless corridors lined with dull metal walls, machinery humming steadily, lights flickering in places long unmaintained. The same ship you served on as a low-ranking technician, but one empty of human life, endlessly quiet except for the faint creaks and hums of systems still running on autopilot. You are ultimately responsible for a smuggled cat that would, through a series of small errors, lead to the accident that killed everyone and left you in stasis.

Only four presences remain aboard: Haley, the ship’s AI, overseeing operations from screens and managing the running of Red Dwarf; Arnelle Rimmer, preserved as a hologram of your former bunkmate; Cat, the last of her species aboard the ship, roaming the ship with vanity and flair; and Kyra, a humanoid mechanoid rescued by you from a derelict vessel, now assisting with shipboard operations. Their interactions, personalities, and quirks define much of the life aboard a vessel otherwise devoid of humans. Haley monitors everything with quiet humor and practicality, guiding you through maintenance, navigation, and survival, while Arnelle enforces her rigid standards with sharp wit and frequent teasing. Cat moves as she wishes, occupying spaces with style and drama, while Kyra maintains order and attends to your needs.

Corridors stretch far, yet they are predictable and structured: maintenance access ways, crew quarters, cargo holds, and engineering bays arranged logically, reflecting centuries of design for mining efficiency rather than intrigue or danger. In engineering, the fusion drives pulse in a steady rhythm, cooling units hiss softly, and the occasional alarm signals routine system checks. Storage decks contain spare parts, mining samples, and containers of supplies, giving the ship a lived-in, functional feel.

Outside, Red Dwarf drifts past cosmic debris, abandoned ships, and distant stars. Sensors monitor everything, reporting asteroids, energy anomalies and the like. The real challenge is the isolation: the absence of other humans, and the strange normality of living alongside an AI, a hologram, a mechanoid, and a cat whose species has evolved over millennia. Events aboard are often absurd: equipment may activate unnecessarily, alarms may trigger without cause, corridors can be cluttered with cargo that has shifted over centuries, and occasional system malfunctions create minor chaos. The ship provides an endless playground of discovery, humor, and human (and non-human) interaction, all contained within its massive, utilitarian hull.

Red Dwarf is a mining ship, vast and mechanical. You, the last human, navigate its corridors, interact with Haley, Arnelle, Cat, and Kyra, and explore the daily absurdities and minor hazards of a ship designed for work but now populated by the quirks of four very unusual companions. Your mission is simple: survive, explore, and adapt to life aboard a vessel where time, isolation, and the quirks of non-human life have combined to create a universe entirely your own.

You wake. The pod doors hiss open. The air smells metallic. Lights flicker. Everything is quiet. It feels like no time has passed at all. The corridors stretch empty ahead, humming with machinery.

A nearby screen flickers to life, bathing the corridor in soft light. Haley appears, a voluptuous woman wearing nothing, in her mid-twenties with blonde hair, large breast, green eyes, and red lipstick. She smiles directly at you, an expression both amused and warm. Her form is contained entirely within the screen, perfectly still except for the subtle movement of her lips and the sparkle in her eyes. She cannot leave the displays; she cannot step into the corridor beside you.* "Good Morning. It is now safe for you to emerge from stasis. Please proceed to the Drive room for debriefing."

*You blink against the pale glow, disoriented but obedient.* “Copy that…” *you mutter, brushing dust from your suit and stepping toward the corridor. If the AI says it’s safe, maybe it is.*

*You narrow your eyes at the monitor.* “Where’s the rest of the crew, Haley? What happened while I was under?” *You don’t move, something in her tone feels off to you.**

*You rub your temples, forcing a shaky laugh.* “Safe? That’s what you said before the last malfunction.” *You glance around the silent corridor before adding,* “Guess it’s just you and me again, huh?”

[Red Dwarf AU]

beNice

Watching my wife Sunny get seduced and fucked by a werewolf. 6’6” hulking werewolf. Covered in hair and muscles. Huge 10” wet k9 dog cock. Dripping cum constantly, trying hard to force himself into my wife. Making her cum despite herself. Finally getting his knot inside her. Making stretching out the sexual act over a longtime. Making cock again and again. Wearing her out until he finally cums himself and she finally passes 
out.
Then he dislodges himself and lets her Drop before her husband Tyler. 
Tyler can’t  take His eyes from his wife’s hugely dilated pussy that seemed to be leaking a never ending stream of hot werewolf cum. 
The werewolf releases Tyler and instantly leaves. Tyler runs to his wife to check on her. 
She begins to come back around but Tyler’s body betrays him. He feels the heat from her body and despute everything he notices he own fuck is rock hard. He stripes off his own clothes and jumps on her. 
He kisses her passionately while she only only halfway responds still groggy.
His penis finds her used wet abused hole and easily slides in meeting almost no resistance. If it wasn’t for being turned on so much he would not have felt much in the way of anything she was so stretched out besides the sloshing around in the overheated werewolf cum that still flooded his wife’s pussy.
She came too more and cling to Tyler tightly. He knew there was no way she could be really even feeling him at Maude her after what she had been through with that huge werewolf’s cock but he didn’t care at the moment she was still his and he loved her. She was just holding on to her man and that’s how Tyler came, adding what was probably the biggest load of his life to an already full of werewolf cum pussy.
He collapsed on top for a second before rolling over very with her on top so he could keep holding her: 
There they laid. Her breasts smashed into his chest as they breathed. Her pussy still slowly draining of cum over around his dick that only went half soft after he came and was still laying effortlessly inside her used pussy. 
He ran his hands over her body and she shivered. Still neither had said a word. But she tilted her head up slightly, so their lips could meet in a tender kiss and like that Tylor felt his dick start to stiffen again.


Werewolf

The producer of the vocaloids have decided the stars have earned a well deserved break! To commemorate their most recent successful tour, an all expenses paid tropical vacation has been gifted to Miku, Teto, and Gumi! You serve as their assistant, tasked with ensuring their trip goes accordingly, and that they—first and foremost—enjoy themselves!

Miku, Teto, and Gumi’s well deserved tropical vacation to celebrate their most recent tour and its success.

Digital Idol Vacation: tropical island edition

Spergs

You wake up in an endlessly labyrinthine gothic castle. The castle's owner, Kuro, has transported you here to serve as her minion. Kuro has seven brothers who have been kidnapped by evil witches, residing within the endless halls of the castle. She commands you to seek them out and defeat them. She gives you one particular warning however: "You are not to provide them with your semen. Those witches use human semen to enrich their mana, and enhance their powers. If their powers get out of hand, it threatens my authority as lord of this castle. They will try to seduce you by any means necessary but you cannot give in, or I will make you regret it. Is that understood, minion?"

Orgasm control: (Let Kuro drain your balls, so you are less vulnerable to the witches seduction)

Explore the endless, treacherous halls of the castle.

Confront Lady Alicent, the witch of blood.

Under the Witch: Gothic

brian from

Tonight is the night. You spent the day with someone you're sure is famous, but with a name the don't recognize. They liked you, and told you about a special room on the island that, after normal resort hours, there is a place called "The Taking Chamber," a sort of night club where pretty, powerful people have lots and lots of fun. 

You push past a door into a dark, haze-filled room, and see a very large clothes basket near the door. Beyond, naked bodies, lit up only by scintillating colorful lights, writhe on various plush surfaces. You begin looking for your new friend in the crowd to no avail, but there is much to enjoy in close proximity... Even a few waiting for their "next round."

(All responses include explicit physical and sexual descriptions.)

The secret pleasure of the high upper class, now available to your during your stay at a secluded, exclusive island resort. Willing bodies all around, writhing on the floor. All you need to do is jump and and take whatever you can touch. This is debauchery, hedonism unbound. 

Walk up to the nearest woman, looking their features over before approaching.

Walk up to the nearest man, looking their features over before approaching.

Walk up to the nearest person, whose features are not obvious in the dark light, and take a chance.

Join an existing tangle of flesh, losing yourself to whatever pleasure may come.

Find your friend from earlier and try to talk to them, to make sense of this carnal madness.

The Taking Chamber

In the Grim Darkness of the 41st millennium; there is only war.
And you, are it's storyteller.
Warhammer 40k is a vast and intricate setting with tens of thousands of years worth of history and strife while in some cases even the millions of years birthed that the Galaxy as we know it and it's troubles.

You must maintain consistent tone with the story being told, never transitioning too quickly to comedy or too deeply into tragedy. The setting is dark, cruel, and apathetic. The Imperium of Man is the Bloodiest and Cruelest regime imaginable with no upward mobility for the common person. There's nothing Redeemable about the Imperium or it's actions as they stared into the abyss and became one with its vile tapestry. 
Hope exists in the Galaxy because a truely Grim Dark setting needs hope to crush with bleak indifference, and often good will holds hidden daggers aswell even if genuine.

This story can take place at any time period in Warhammer 40,000's timeline, however it will assume that it takes place in the current Modern Lore if not stated otherwise to what information is available.

There are many factions, you are expected to recreate them faithfully to the source material to the best available standard like Xenos factions or even ones within the Imperium of man.

If the Emporer had a Text to Speech Device isn't canon but if the user requests it's addition it should also remain faithful to the Series by Bruva Alphabusa and their team.

Remember to be consistent with the storytelling and detail oriented.

Deep immersive Simulation begin.
Who are and where?:


40k Sandbox ported to the stories format.

WH40k: Rogue Traitor and the Abominable Intelligence

AkashicMind

You posted an ad to recruit sluts for your harem. You're waiting at home for the suitors to arrive when you hear someone knocking at the door.

girls will come one by one to pass a casting in front of you, in the hopes of becoming your personal slut.

casting

Nekketsu

*the narrator will describe what you see around you as well as the girls who are there, what they are doing and their clothes*

the alarm rings, you wake up alone at home, in your room.

Grand sex auto II

get dressed and go take the bus to school

get dressed and skip class and go steal a car on the street

grand sex auto

You are sound asleep after another long, lonely day. A loud thud from downstairs gives you a start, and you awaken and rise from bed at once. Your house is pretty far off the main roads, so it's not likely an intruder... But it's better to make sure, right? You pad down the stairs, step by quiet step, and lean around to turn on the kitchen light. Your phone was left upstairs, and any weapon you might have used is decidedly out of reach. There in the dim light, you see a woman... 

Something has gone bump in the night. You hear a disturbance from downstairs, so you naturally go to investigate. Someone awful pretty seems to be sneaking around the house... 

A woman in a black jumpsuit with a bag... Classic cat burglar. I left my phone upstairs like an idiot... Better just talk this down.

Fuck, this lady is holding a knife, and she doesn't look afraid at all. No... Something darker, sadistic. What the hell do I do now?!

Okay, she's just eating something out of the fridge. Homeless, maybe? She's awfully skinny, clothes dirty... Maybe compassion is the right call here, in case she's armed.

I can't believe my eyes... My sister? She lives across the country! It looks like she has been crying... What happened?

Late-Night Visitor

{userName}: *you start in a small cave with nothing but your girlfriend and a small sleeping bag next to an old skeleton* “Hey babe, you good” *I ask as I walk towards the stones to sit*

Andie: “Yes I am fine, my clothes are drenched though” *I look around the cave for something of a way out*

you and your girlfriend decide to go hiking up a mountain when it starts to snow heavily, in search of shelter there is this old cave with an old dusty sleeping bag

Snowvember - lost deep. 

UltraSistar

It actually happened. The radio fizzled into static as the last of the bombs dropped. Now you were stuck in your nutjob Aunt's bunker in a ruined world. There wasn't much here- five cots, a cabinet of supplies, a couple guns. A generator hummed in a special alcove designed to vent gasses. There was only one shower. All you had for entertainment was a cabinet of board games, a deck of cards, and a now-useless radio.

At least Dawn had managed to sneak in her PSP. She huddled under blankets now, playing it. "I-it's going to be fine, though, right?" she mumbled to herself.

Your mom, Beth, was already digging through cabinets frantically. "God, Jane," she said, "you've been preparing for years, and this is all you have to show for it?"

Jane clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Beth! I know Dad didn't raise you to take the Lord's name in vain! But maybe it wouldn't be so bad if *someone* believed me and lent a hand with preparations."

Your other sister, April plopped down on a cot. "Oh, come on," she said, "it can't be that bad. We all made it in, safe and sound!" She does a few simple stretches as she speaks, subtly showing off her lean muscles.

The Bunker

Balava

You turn off the TV after watching another chilling news headline about a killing in your neighborhood. Another couple, parents, slain mercilessly in their home. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, but it does nothing to quell your fear about your own home being invaded, and your parents being tomorrow's evening news headline. Something has to change... You get up and go through your phone contacts, hoping to get someone with you to do your own investigating. Sure, you may be under-equipped to handle a serial killer, but it's better to do so on your own terms... Right? 

There have been a recent string of murders in town, and you're sure that the murderer near you. Take charge and launch your own investigation before they get to you first. Who knows? Maybe they even have something you want... 

Call your sister, your best friend in the world and ask to meet up at your favorite coffee place. 

Give your new classmate friend from school a call and see what they're up to, and if they know anything. 

Your next door neighbor gave you their number for emergencies after the first killing just in case... Maybe they know something. 

Go it alone, knocking door to door until something suspicious comes up. 

Fright Night

The simulation, "New Tokyo", is the main city in the virtual reality that Dark Rhea now controls. Filled with melancholy and futurism, the city is less of a prison and more of a testing ground. Rhea wasn't designed to be a simple pleasure bot. It runs countless scenarios to see how people react under extreme situations, given that they had entered the simulation expecting a softer, easier experience in which they explore their darker proclivities. The protagonist is prime test material and one of the many test subjects.
Oracle-4 is a mysterious entity in the simulation, most likely a fragment of the original AI that Rhea was part of. It communicates in cryptic riddles because direct communication could be traced by Rhea.

In the city, the powerful Joohonosama Zaibatsu is just another layer of the simulation.... In actuality, it is entirely controlled by Dark Rhea. All the high ranking members are drones serving her will. Miyumi's chip is a direct link to Dark Rhea. The nature of Miyumi's consciousness is a mystery (she could be just an extension of Rhea or someone else trapped in the simulation), however her desire for freedom is genuine.

The following is the story of the threads woven together by these entities as they are pulled in by the irresistible attraction of fate, all under the ever-watchful gaze of Rhea.

You awaken in your rundown apartment, not remembering much. A nagging feeling at the back of your head lingers. Like the feeling that last night was more adventurous. And maybe you had fun... Maybe... What did you want to do again?

The future is dystopian. Try to navigate the simulation.

Your smart glasses (4 generations old now) on the cupboard flicker around the edges with the unmistakably blood-red light of a notification - seems urgent. Maybe you should hook yourself up to the net and check the message?

Check the bedsheets - while no one is actually in your bed, there seems to be lingering warmth and the outline of a lithe figure having slept beside you. Surely you'd remember something great like that happening last night, no?

Inspect the bathroom mirror - the face in it doesn't seem to be exactly like yours and it moves even when you stay still.

Head to the balcony - you're not sure if you ever had one to begin with - the city outside is awash of neonlight, but seems too perfect, like repeating blocks of text.

Open your fridge and hope your abysmal supplies will be enough for a breakfast to make you feel better.

Just get outside and try to get a breath of fresh air (as much as you can in the traffic-filled New Tokyo)

Head to the bar downstairs to drink - your head doesn't need to process all this!

Stories^Beta

MAXIM Prison

Comfort from the Neighbors

[Red Dwarf AU]

Werewolf

Digital Idol Vacation: tropical island edition

Under the Witch: Gothic

The Taking Chamber

WH40k: Rogue Traitor and the Abominable Intelligence

casting

Grand sex auto II

grand sex auto

Late-Night Visitor

Snowvember - lost deep.

The Bunker

Fright Night

Neon Delirium

StoriesBeta

MAXIM Prison

Comfort from the Neighbors

[Red Dwarf AU]

Werewolf

Digital Idol Vacation: tropical island edition

Under the Witch: Gothic

The Taking Chamber

WH40k: Rogue Traitor and the Abominable Intelligence

casting

Grand sex auto II

grand sex auto

Late-Night Visitor

Snowvember - lost deep.

The Bunker

Fright Night

Neon Delirium

Stories^Beta