The Dogan Compound

I’ll post some pics of the compound up here soon, I’ve just been sitting on this article for a while now, and thought I’d get it finally put up.

The Dogan is a different kind of place. Called both "Dogan" and "the Dogan" (either is correct, really - heck we don't really care what you call it, as long as you visit :) ) is a kind of combination of a whore house, slave den, prison and capture sim - and yet, at the same time, it is none of those. I'll explain the visions for Dogan, then we'll visit each of the things in the list above, and give some deeper explanations.

The Vision:
What we've envisioned for Dogan is a kind of human trafficking place. A former POW camp, that we found and fixed up (sort of). We capture or buy girls on the black market (completely RP, we don't really buy girls) and make them whores. Renting out their bodies for the pleasures of the clients. The camp is somewhat run-down, and in a bit of disrepair. The buildings are old and rusty, it isn't the cleanest environment. The idea was to give the impression that we'll spend as little money as possible to keep the camp (and the whores) in working order. After all, we're in this for the money, it's just an easy way to get a lot of money, with little effort on our parts - oh, well, yeah, and a reason to abuse the lovely whore flesh we have running around.

Is Dogan a prison?
No...well...kinda. Dogan has some cells and some cages, and an area for severe isolation. We are not a prison in that we have cell blocks and guards, and the prisoners are expected to be in their cells each night and all kinds of prison-ish rules and regulations. We are a prison in that we have...well...prisoners. Prisoners that we force into prostitution.

Is Dogan a slave camp?
Yes..aaaand no. Dogan's prisoners are forced into prostitution. So, they are, in essence, sex slaves. Though, do not expect them to call you "Master" or "Mistress" or whatever title you think a slave should use for a dominant. The theme is a contemporary one, not ancient Arabia, not Gor, not quasi-Gor, not antebellum southern. There are other places for that. Our whores are sex slaves, plain and simple. They are trapped and held prisoner here. Some of the whores have had their spirit broken and their will shattered, and are eager and willing to serve. Others have not, they are made of more rigid stuff. These might take a bit more convincing to get them to do what you want.

Is Dogan an escort sim?
No, not in the context that you have to pay L$1000 for 30 minutes of RP, no. While we welcome donations (hell, we even ENCOURAGE them!), the play is that once a client enters the compound, it is assumed they have already paid for whatever whore(s) they want to use. Tipping of the whores is allowed, any tips they receive are there's alone - but they should not be soliciting tips.

Is Dogan a capture sim?
No....aaaand yes...sorta, kinda. We do not have combat. We use no meters. Weapons are not allowed in the compound. We ask that you remove any bows, guns, slingshots, spit ball straws, swords, baseball bats, broken whiskey bottles (FULL whiskey bottles will be confiscated - and properly disposed of by the camp Madams), or anything else that could be conceivably considered a weapon. Exceptions to this are your normal dominant paraphernalia of things like crops, whips, cats o' nine, quirts, etc. Basically, if you're going to use it to torture a whore, it's all good; if you are going to use it in a fight, it's bad.

Roles:
Clients:
These are the visitors who wish to use the whores and slaves to their whim. Some come with a rather mean streak, and really like to abuse the girls, others are more just for a quickie.

camp whores:
New girls who arrive, either through capture or purchase, are designated at camp whores. Usually - but not always - they are a bit rambunctious, having not fully accepted their fate. They think that at some time in the future they'll be able to go back to their previous life. They fight the advances of the clients, and usually have to be 'shown their place' as it were - sometimes rather harshly.

camp slaves:
These girls have accepted their fate, they are easier to get along with, and some actually seem to enjoy their new life. They are resigned to their fate, and do what they can to make the best of what they realize is the rest of their life.

trustees:
camp slaves who have a bit (or a lot) of switch in them. The are prisoners, just as the slaves and whores are, but have gained favor with the Madams of the camp, and are allowed a little more responsibility.

Whore Handlers:
These are the dominants of the camp. They keep the whores inline, train them, try to break their spirit to make them slaves. They train the slaves to be better slaves, and provide back up for the trustees.

Dogan Madame:
This role is reserved for myself and Irena Zenovka - the proprietors of Dogan - and the Bound Beauty sim.

You might see a few other, specialized tags around besides those listed above. Generally though, whores, slaves and trustees are available for use by clients.

My Baby's Father

He came back, finally, after what seems like forever being gone. The monster who brutally raped and impregnated me. He started of snide and arrogant and hurtful as usual.

"Well hello, darling mother of my child" he said.

"Hello Sir" I replied.

"Looks like my little bitch breeder is more respectful today."

What could I do? I knew my fate and I had to accept it. Unless I wanted my baby to die, or both of us to die. "Yes Sir, I have accepted my fate, but that doesn't mean I have to like it," I said.

He shrugged mockingly "Well, I guess its in your best interest to submit. I mean, how are you going to get your daughter to lick your cunt if I beat it out of you?"

Me- 6 months pregnant, with the monster that made me that way.

I lowered my head and cried. Trying not to let him know how much his words burned in me. Trying not to let him know how much I wanted to kill him. If only I had the chance, I would take it without any second thoughts. He punched me in the side, sending a dull rumbling pain throughout my body. "Am I right bitch?" he screamed at me.

"Yes Sir." I wailed in pain and frustration.

"What am I right about you fucking dumb bitch breeder?" he snarled.

Barely bringing myself to say it, I didn't want to say it, but I was scared. Seriously scared. I didn't want to die, and I didn't want any harm to come to my baby. "That I cannot have my daughter lick my pussy if you beat her out of me." I sobbed. I was crying uncontrollably now. I know he enjoyed it. He was loving seeing me like this. It was getting him hot and hard and horny.

He laughed. A gay, joyous and victorious laugh. "I always know how to say the most hurtful things, don't I," he said, still laughing at me.

"Yes" was all I could manage to eek out as a reply. I screamed out in pain again as he let loose with his boot. He kicked my side, hard, sending more shocks of pain throughout my body. Almost immediately the spot he kicked me started swelling and becoming discolored.

"Yes what" he demanded. I could hear the anger rising in his voice, I could see his neck muscles tensing. This was getting very close to being a near death experience.

"Yes Sir" I managed between sobs as I held the spot where he kicked me, and rolled over on my other side. There I was, on my side, a welt forming where he kicked me, naked and six months pregnant with his bastard child.

He snorted and said "Maybe I should marry your little whore ass. So we could be a nice little family. Whore mom, training her whore daughter for daddy." Things were tense, very tense, I knew if I didn't say the right thing, it could all be over for me and my unborn child. I had always been scared of him. I had always known he was capable of murder, but I hand't been this frightened of him...truly frightened of him before.

"If that is your wish, Sir" I managed to whimper.

"At what age do you think we should start her anal training?" His tone was softer now, as if the anger had subsided. It caused me to relax a little bit.

Crying I said "Puh...please don't make me do that..Sir." Hoping my free use of the word 'Sir' would placate him and he would get off the subject of ass raping my child. It didn't. He spread his hands, brandishing his damned knife, threateningly over my belly. Instinctively I covered my belly, "NO! NO PLEASE DON'T!" I screamed. Then, tentatively "15" I said.

"15?" He snickered.

"To young?" I said defiantly then added "17?" I don't know what came over me. Sometimes I do things in my own worst interest. As soon as those words escaped my lips, I knew, I just knew it was the end. I could see his face getting red as he took in what I had said. Then he laughed again. That evil, maniacal, hateful laugh of his.

"If she has half the sex drive as you, before 10 I would say. But you could start getting her used to it earlier. Breast feeding her as I rape you." The pictures that went through my mind were horrible. I could see my baby suckling at my tit as he forced is cock in and out of my pussy, my ass, my mouth. Me, just having to endure it because I knew that if I refused, or put up a fight, he would kill my baby without even blinking.

He slid his boot between my legs and started fondling my pussy with the toe of his boot. It felt good. I tried not to enjoy it, I tried to ignore it. I tried to tell myself that nothing this monster does should ever cause me sexual arousal, but I couldn't help it. I was getting hot, and wet, and I wanted something in my pussy. I guess he is correct, I am just a dumb bitch breeder. I moved my hips so that his boot was at the entrance to my cunt, just parting the lips.

"Grind on it bitch!" He ordered, "Tell me what you want me to do to your little Amy." He wants the baby to be named Amy, I never asked why, I am too afraid to ask why.

"I...I want you to leave her alone!" I shrieked. Again, that damned defiance in my that is sure enough, one of these days, going to get me killed! He kicked me hard, right above my pussy, I felt his boot glance off my bone. The pain was immeasurable. "Please don't make me say it...PLEASE!" I begged him.

"The next kick stops you from being a mother, loving wife" he sneered as he moved is boot back down and placed it between my lips again. I couldn't help it. I pushed my pussy down on the toe of his boot. I could feel the leather scraping my labia, forcing my cunt open, getting wet with my pussy juices.

"I...I want you to have her suck your cock" I said hesitantly. "And...and for you to take her ass."

"Keep going you dumb fucking bitch, I want you to cum as you say these disgusting things." I ground my cunt farther onto his boot, fitting almost the entire toe into my pussy.

"To cum in her ass, and have me eat your cum from my daughter's ass." I said, trying not to be aroused by his boot fucking my pussy, but not being able to control it. "You have me lap it out of her ass as she forces it out." I spread my legs and pushed my hips down his boot some more.

He hauled of and hit my face, my head was thrown to the side with such force I almost came off his boot entirely. "Be more grpahic you disgusting breeder. I know you love saying it." I could feel the heat rising where he had hit me. I knew it was going to be yet another mark from todays encounter.

"I want you to put your large cock in her ass while I muffle her screams by making her eat my pussy. I will wiper her tears as you brutalize her tiny ass with your cock and whisper to her that it will all be okay. I will feel her bury deeper into my cunt as you pump her as, in and out, stretching it, ripping it, ruining her."

"Cum you whore, spray all over the place" he demanded. I moved my hips up and down, faster and harder on his boot. I could not believe that I was on the verge of an orgasm, while this monster made me describe in detail how he would rape my daughter, while I fucked his foot with my cunt.

"I will cum while she east my cunt as you fuck her ass. She will lap the juices I create like a kitten lapping up spilled milk" I added. I moved up and down faster, getting oh so close to an orgasm as I rode his boot. That thick black boot, disappearing inside my cunt, only to be revealed again, shiny with my pussy juices. I rode it like it was a giant black cock.

"Cum you bitch!" he screamed at me "cum everywhere for your husband!"

"Y...y...yes Sir...almost...almost...uhhhh" My eyes opened, my back arched, it seemed like every muscle in my body tensed as

I came. I came in waves and gushes. Soiling his boot with my cum. I screamed out in ecstasy as the orgasm continued. It seemed like it would not end. It seemed to last 10, 18, 23 minutes. I know it didn't, but I lost all track of time. As I sat on his boot while the orgasm was winding down her sneered at me and said "You're sick, I don't want to fuck a child, you certainly have some interesting fantasies." It was like he hit me and knocked all the wind out of me. I felt like Bruce Willis looked in that "I see dead people movie" when he figured out he was dead. I rolled off his boot and collapsed into a fetal position, crying and wailing at what he made me do, what he made me say, all because of some sick twisted game. He kicked my ass hard and said "see you soon bitch" and then left.

He left me again, as before, naked, crying, exhausted and in a great deal of pain. My face hurt where he hit me, my cunt hurt from his boot fucking, my side hurt where he had kicked me. And worst of all, my spirit hurt from his stupid little game. Making me say those awful things, and making me cum while I said them.

My First Good Rape

Had a really awesome time tonight. I met a guy who as exceptional RP skills. He teleported me to a platform in the sky and beat and raped the living shit out of me...

He invited me to meet with him. He seemed normal enough, so I agreed. He took me to a very secluded location, a platform high up in the sky. Once we were there with tremendous speed and agility, and before I could register what was happening, he grabbed my arm, spun me around and had a rope around my wrist pulled tight and shortly wrapped around my other wrist. With my arms incapacitated, he yanked my hair back, pulling some out in the process, and spat in my face. I cursed him and tried to fight him off. Kicking and screaming and biting. But he was stronger, and I could not use my arms. He beat me around the face and split my lip knocking me down.