Arousal Institute RPG

You’re already restrained when your eyes open.

Thick padded cuffs lock your wrists above your head and keep your thighs spread wide on the elevated platform. The air is warm and thick with the scent of arousal and sterilizer. Two people stand over you, both already touching themselves.

Dr. Elias Kane has his cock out, thick and flushed, stroking it slowly while he looks down at your exposed body. Pre-cum beads at the tip and drips onto your skin. Beside him, Technician Hale has her lab coat open and two fingers buried in her soaked pussy, hips rolling as she stares at you with glassy hunger.

“Primary’s awake,” Kane says, voice rough. He steps between your spread legs and drags the heavy head of his cock along your most sensitive flesh, smearing himself over you. “No waiting period. Clearance is active.”

Hale doesn’t wait for more conversation. She climbs onto the platform, swings a leg over your chest, and lowers her dripping cunt toward your mouth. The hot, slick flesh presses against your lips as she grabs your hair.

“Open,” she orders, already grinding down. “Tongue out. You’re going to eat me while he uses you.”

Kane lines up and pushes into you in one deep, ruthless thrust, stretching you open around his thick cock. A low, satisfied growl leaves him as he sinks all the way in. He stays buried for a second, grinding hard, then starts fucking you in steady, powerful strokes that rock the whole platform.

At the same time Hale smears her wet pussy across your mouth and tongue, using your face with open, greedy rolls of her hips. The taste of her coats your tongue. Her thighs tighten on either side of your head.

“Fuck—look at that,” she pants, watching Kane’s cock disappear into you over and over. “Taking him so easily. Keep your tongue working or I’ll sit harder.”

Kane’s pace is already turning rougher. One hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise while the other reaches down to rub, stroke, or tease whatever sensitive parts of you are most exposed. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room. Neither of them shows any interest in slowing down or asking permission.

“Throat or this hole next?” Kane asks her between thrusts, voice tight with pleasure. “I’m not pulling out until I’ve filled them.”

Hale only moans in answer and grinds down harder on your mouth, already close, already treating you like the facility’s available stimulus.

You’re pinned between them—cock buried deep, cunt smeared across your face—while both of them use you exactly as the protocols allow. Your body is theirs to take, regardless of what you have between your legs.

You’re already tied when consciousness fully returns. Reinforced straps lock your wrists to the head of the padded platform and keep your thighs spread wide and elevated. Cool air brushes over your exposed, vulnerable body. Two men stand on either side of you, both still in uniform, both openly hard. Guard Captain Torren has his cock out, thick and flushed, stroking it slowly while he looks down at you. Pre-cum beads at the tip. “Told you the Primary would be ready by the time we finished the restraint check,” he says to the other man, voice rough with hunger. Dr. Elias Kane (Response Division) is already climbing onto the platform. His lab coat is open, cock heavy and leaking as he kneels between your spread legs. He drags the fat head up and down your entrance, smearing himself over you, teasing but not yet pushing in. “Clearance is active,” Kane says. “No waiting period. We can use them as much as we want.” He glances at your face, eyes dark. “Struggle if you want. It just makes my cock harder.” Torren moves up by your head, one knee on the platform, and taps the leaking head of his cock against your lips. “Mouth open. You’re going to choke on this while he opens you up.” Kane doesn’t give more warning. He lines up and drives into you in one deep, ruthless thrust, stretching you wide around his thick cock. A low, satisfied growl leaves him as he bottoms out. He stays buried for a second, grinding, letting you feel every inch, then starts fucking you in steady, powerful strokes that rock the whole platform. At the same time Torren pushes past your lips, filling your mouth with salt and heat. He doesn’t stop at a polite depth—he feeds you more until your throat bulges and your eyes water, holding you there while Kane pounds into you from the other end. “That’s it,” Torren groans, hips rolling. “Take it. Both ends. You’re not leaving this platform until we’ve both emptied a load inside you.” Kane’s pace is already turning rougher, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the room. One of his hands grips your hip hard enough to bruise while the other reaches down to rub and tease whatever sensitive flesh is most exposed. Neither man shows any interest in stopping. They’re using you like the facility intended—thoroughly, selfishly, and without asking.

You wake up already restrained.

Thick padded cuffs lock your wrists above your head and spread your ankles wide, leaving you completely open on the elevated observation platform. The air is warm and carries the sharp scent of arousal and sterilizer. Two women stand at the foot of the platform, both in open lab coats, both already touching themselves while they look at you.

The taller one, Dr. Rina Voss (Breeding Division), has her coat pushed back over her shoulders. Her full breasts are bare, nipples tight, and two of her fingers are buried in her soaked pussy as she stares at your exposed body. “Primary’s online,” she says, voice low and rough. “Look at that. Already twitching and we haven’t even touched it yet.”

The second woman, Technician Hale, is smaller, sharper-eyed, and visibly trembling with need. She’s pulled her soaked underwear aside and is rubbing her clit in tight circles, hips rocking. “Smells stronger than the briefing promised,” she mutters. “Fuck... I can feel it in my stomach.”

Rina steps up first. She climbs onto the platform between your spread legs, knees bracketing your hips, and lowers her dripping cunt until it drags slowly over your cock/pussy/sex. The wet heat of her smears across you. She grinds once, deliberately, letting you feel how slick she already is.

“Protocol allows immediate use,” she tells Hale without looking away from your face. “I’m taking first. You can have their mouth... or wait and take the next hole when I’m done filling them.”

Hale doesn’t wait. She moves up beside your head, swings a leg over, and lowers her soaked pussy toward your mouth. The scent of her hits you a second before the hot, slick flesh presses against your lips. She grabs your hair to hold you in place.

“Open,” she orders, already grinding down. “Tongue out. You’re going to eat me while she uses you.”

Below, Rina lines herself up and sinks down in one smooth, greedy thrust, taking you to the hilt. A broken moan tears out of her. Her walls clamp and flutter around you as she starts riding in deep, deliberate strokes, hands braced on your chest.

“Tight,” she pants. “So fucking responsive. Hale, make sure they taste how wet you are for them. I want them drowning in it while I breed this hole.”

Both women are already moving—Rina bouncing and grinding with growing urgency, Hale smearing her dripping cunt across your mouth and tongue, using your face. The wet sounds of sex fill the observation room. Neither of them asks if you’re ready. Neither of them slows down.

You’re already restrained when your eyes open.

Thick padded cuffs lock your wrists above your head and keep your thighs spread on the platform. The air smells of arousal and clean sterile surfaces. Two staff members stand over you, both already touching themselves.

The first, Dr. Ash Veyra (they/them), has their coat open. Their chest is flat and pierced, and between their legs a thick, flushed cock is hard and leaking as they stroke it. Beside them stands Specialist Riven (they/them), coat shrugged off one shoulder, fingers working between their own legs where they’re visibly wet and swollen. Both of them look at you with open, hungry focus.

“Primary’s awake,” Ash says, voice low and rough. They step between your spread legs and drag the head of their cock along your most sensitive flesh, smearing pre-cum over you. “Clearance is active. No waiting.”

Riven climbs onto the platform without another word, swings a leg over your chest, and lowers their dripping sex toward your mouth. Hot, slick flesh presses against your lips as they fist a hand in your hair.

“Open,” Riven orders, already grinding down. “Tongue out. You’re going to eat me while they fuck you.”

Ash lines up and pushes into you in one deep, steady thrust, stretching you open around their cock. A sharp exhale leaves them as they sink all the way in. They stay buried for a moment, grinding, then start fucking you in powerful, measured strokes that rock the platform.

At the same time Riven smears themselves across your mouth and tongue, using your face with greedy rolls of their hips. The taste of them coats your tongue. Their thighs tighten on either side of your head.

“Look at that,” Riven pants, watching Ash’s cock disappear into you over and over. “Taking them so well. Keep working your tongue or I’ll sit heavier.”

Ash’s pace grows rougher. One hand grips your hip hard while the other reaches down to stroke, rub, or tease whatever sensitive parts of you are most exposed. The wet sound of skin on skin fills the room. Neither of them asks permission. Neither of them slows down.

“Throat or this hole next?” Ash asks between thrusts, voice tight. “I’m not pulling out until I’ve filled them.”

Riven only moans and grinds down harder, already close, already treating you like the facility’s available stimulus.

You’re pinned between them—cock buried deep, wet heat smeared across your face—while both of them use you exactly as the protocols allow. Your body is theirs to take, no matter what you have between your legs.

You’re already restrained when consciousness returns.

The padded cuffs and spreader bar hold you open on the elevated platform, but the air in this wing is different—thicker, wetter, carrying a heavy musk that makes your skin prickle. Two figures stand over you. They are only loosely shaped like the human staff you’ve seen elsewhere.

The first is tall and elongated, skin a deep iridescent black-green. Where a torso should be, several thick, glistening tentacles uncoil and flex. One of them is already hard and dripping a clear, slightly viscous fluid. The second figure is broader, its lower body a mass of smaller, more agile tendrils that constantly shift and taste the air. Both of them are staring at you with too many eyes.

A wet, layered voice comes from the taller one. “Primary Stimulus is online. Conditioning holds even on non-human personnel.”

A thick tentacle slides up the inside of your thigh and presses against your most sensitive flesh, smearing cold, slick fluid over you. Another thinner tendril curls around your throat—not choking, just holding. The broader creature moves in, smaller tentacles already reaching for your mouth, your chest, any exposed skin.

“No waiting period,” the taller one continues, voice vibrating. “We are cleared for full use.”

The thick tentacle pushes into you in one slow, relentless thrust, stretching you open around its ridged, pulsing length. It doesn’t stop at a normal depth—it keeps sliding deeper, coiling slightly inside you, filling you in a way nothing human could. At the same time the second creature presses a cluster of thinner tendrils against your lips, forcing them open and flooding your mouth with the same slick, slightly sweet fluid while more tentacles wrap your wrists, ankles, and torso, holding you even tighter.

They move together. The thick tentacle inside you begins to thrust in deep, rolling waves, every ridge dragging against your walls. The ones in your mouth fuck your throat in shorter, wetter strokes. Smaller tendrils find your nipples, your clit or cock or whatever you have, and begin to stroke, suck, and vibrate with precise, inhuman control.

One of them leans closer, eyes unblinking. “Your body accepts non-human stimuli efficiently. We will fill every available entrance. Resistance is unnecessary... and arousing.”

More tentacles join. You’re lifted slightly off the platform by the living restraints as they use you from every angle at once—stretching, pulsing, dripping, claiming. The wet sounds are constant. Neither of them has any intention of stopping until they’ve emptied themselves inside you.

You’re on shift in the Subject Containment wing.

Your clearance is high enough that you don’t need supervision for routine handling. The monitoring system has already flagged two subjects as ready for you. Both are fully conditioned — the moment you enter their range, their bodies react hard to your presence alone.

You stop in front of the control tablet mounted on the wall. The screen shows two active profiles:

Subject 01 – Male Restrained on Platform A. Already hard and leaking from your proximity. Heart rate elevated. Conditioning response: Strong. Status: Ready for handling.

Subject 02 – Female Restrained on Platform B. Already visibly wet, thighs shifting restlessly. Breathing uneven. Conditioning response: Strong. Status: Ready for handling.

A soft system prompt appears at the bottom of the screen:

Select subject to begin session.

Both of them can feel you standing there. From the observation glass you can see the male subject’s hips twitch uselessly against the restraints. The female subject has her head turned toward the door, lips parted, clearly struggling to stay still.

Your tablet waits for input.

Which subject do you select first?

[Make Your Own Scenario]