【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[ The outfit is kind of cool, but otherwise Nami is not at all into this cheesy "pirate" themed movie she’s been coerced into being a part of. For the sake of her precious and quite hefty balance of chips, however, she’s got her lines mostly memorized and is ready to get this over with. If the movies that she’s encountered in the resort prior to this are anything to go by, a believable performance isn’t exactly on anybody’s mind. Just like with everything else at the Peacock, only one thing matters, so she doesn’t feel that bad when the door to her “cell” opens, and she’s handcuffed before being escorted through a set dressed to look like the inside of a ship by burly extras.
With a huff that’s more exasperation than it is a show of fright and effort, she’s all but pushed through the doors of what’s supposed to be the captain’s quarters. They bang shut, making her straighten with a start as a lock clicks into place behind her. Nami’s eyes widen slightly after they land on Red, clad in what she assumes must be this version of a Marine uniform. It’s definitely not a bad look either; she’s always been weak for a beautiful woman in an official-looking ensemble, even if encountering Red (especially dressed like this) is always reason enough to make her flush, just a little.
Staring for a beat too long makes whoever is behind the camera clear their throat, giving Nami the nudge she needs to actually pick up her awkwardly missed cue. ]
I won’t tell you anything. [ She starts, putting a dramatic little quiver into her voice, as she takes a few steps back, her breasts rising and falling with the force of her theatrically panicked breathing ]
You’ll never find the treasure, no matter what you do to me!
[ Red has no idea how she keeps getting dragged into these. It's the third (or fourth) "film" she's been volunteered for. Although this one is a little different. She's been put into a very sexily cut sort of uniform - plunging neckline, some sort of bodice to push her chest up, a ridiculous skirt and thigh high boots. Not to mention the hat. She's sure she looks utterly ridiculous, but the point is to show off skin. She's been settled into what looks like a cabin - there are big "windows" behind her, ostensibly showing off a seascape as the "ship" sails along.
Of course with a title like "Pirates of the Booty Bein: On Slutty Tides" she wasn't sure what she expected. She hasn't even had a chance to skim the script, she's just been told that she should be "domineering". Great. So her expression is entirely un-amused when Nami appears. She starts for a moment, stares, and then tries to clear her throat, shoving to her feet as the prompter starts blasting lines at her. ]
Oh, you'll talk alright-
[ There's a pause as she tries to figure out the best way to approach this. She comes out from behind the desk and strides toward her. ONly the stiffness in her spine and the way she moves her limbs betrays that she's a bit unsure. ]
In fact, by the end of this little session, I daresay you'll be more than willing to do anything I - ah - I ask-! [ A glance toward the camera that she hopes no one notices and then she reaches out to snag the ring in Nami's necklace (collar?) and somewhat awkwardly tugs her toward the cabin table. As they move, she manages a low mutter. ]
[ Oddly, Red's awkward delivery puts Nami at ease. It’s consoling to not be the only one who’s making it up as they go. For Red’s sake, she tries to roll with it, seemingly oblivious to the stilted delivery of the other woman’s lines when she gasps dramatically after she promises Nami that she’ll talk ]
No, never!
[ Her voice sounds so fake, Nami has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing before she arches her back towards Red as the other woman pulls on the ring connecting her top to the collar around her neck, her breasts lifting upward invitingly despite the feigned hesitance she puts on those few steps forward. ]
No matter what you do, I swear I’ll never tell you. [ When Red stops the ruse long enough to murmur an apology, Nami keeps her response subtle, letting her steps falter briefly so her hip bumps against Red’s in a brief, wordless acknowledgement, before she’s hustled over to the edge of the table and their act can resume. ]
[ The hip bump at least makes Red feel a little better about everything, but she's still feeling nervous and ill at ease about being in the literal spotlight. Especially when she's still trying to grapple with his whole thing. Although she has to admit Nami does look good in that outfit. A little ridiculous, maybe, but definitely attractive. ]
I've heard that before.
[ It's not quite a sneer. Still a little undercooked in terms of acting, really, but she gives Nami a push and a tug and puts a hand on the nape of her neck, "forcing" her to bend over the table and, after a moment of hesitant confusion, looping the chains of her "manacles" into bolt set into the table for such a purpose. With her appropriately "restrained" she pauses again, awkward and unsure, and then with a touch of prompting, slides her hand under Nami's skirt, feeling smooth, warm skin, her hand sliding up and up, over the curve of her rump as she gathers her skirts and shoves them up around her hips to expose more of her. ]
I'll give you one more chance, you know. Otherwise... things might get a little painful.
[ She manages to at least sound a little threatening. ]
[ Neither of them are going to win any awards for their dramatic talent, but Nami's still a good sport about being bent over the desk, managing another theatrical gasp as the manacles on her wrists are bolted in place, making it impossible for her to do more than wiggle in objection. ]
Painful?
[ She tries for a scoff but finds she's becoming slightly breathless as her imagination fills with all the possible ways this could go now that she's effectively at Red's mercy—a heated parade of mental images that feed into the heat flaring between her thighs when she feels the skirt of her costume pushed up and the thin, revealing lace panties she's been given to wear for this scene exposed. ]
That treasure's mine! Nothing you do could make me talk— nothing! [ Nami repeats the word for emphasis and gives another defiant squirm, her thighs parting slightly, enough to reveal the darkening patch where her arousal has begun to seep through the thin fabric. ]
[ That theatrical wiggling draws the eye and despite the situation she can't help but feel herself responding to it. There's a little tingle of arousal; a little electric jolt that starts to gather in her belly. It's pleasant, in its own way, despite the cameras and the crew watching them. ]
Yes. Although perhaps not that much pain. And if you cooperate, I might even make it pleasurable for you. Wouldn't you like that?
[ She tries to affect a sneer, but it's not very effective. As it is, she's left examining the curve of Nami's ass and then thin, sheer fabric that's already starting to darken with arousal. Another moment of hesitation and then a pair of her fingers slides against it, feeling her through the thin barrier, letting the heat and slickness settle into it - and then she withdraws it, leaving her bereft. Instead, her palm smooths over the skin of her ass. Feels it as the prompter gives her an instruction.
Well. She's going to do this.
She draws her hand back and then then there's a sharp smack and a hard impact of her open palm against Nami's skin, leaving behind reddening skin and a sharp sting. And then second and a third. ]
I hope you understand that you're doing this to yourself!
[ This is all a performance, but struggling against those bonds keeping her bent over across the desk has left her flustered for reasons beyond exertion. Nami turns her head to the side and shoots Red her best vehement glare over her shoulder, scoffing while the other woman sneers and menaces over here. ]
Like a marine like you could ever pleasure me!
[ Any further protest temporarily dissolves as Red lets her fingers ghost over her panties, tracing over her folds before pressing down firmly enough that her wet further darkens the fabric between her thighs, making it impossible to conceal her arousal. With a moan she forces into an annoyed off at the end, Nami wiggles against the desk again, pretending to try and squirm fruitlessly away from Red's touch as the woman's fingers slip out from between her thighs and smooth over the curve of her ass instead.
She's seen the script and knows what's coming, but Nami still finds herself holding her breath. There have only been a few partners who've spanked her, and each time it's driven her out of her mind. The first slap reverberates through her, an intense throb of want radiates from her core, leaving her entrance tightening out of need. Biting down on her bottom lip to stifle a needy groan as the second, and third blows rain down on her backside, before Red stops for her next line. ]
I'll– [ Too breathless to get her own line out, Nami looks away from Red as her teeth rake over her lower lip, collecting herself before trying again. ] I'll never talk!
[ Damn, Nami really is feeling this, isn't she? Red can't help but think about that for a moment, her eyes tracing the curve of her spine. Even as those oh-so-dramatic lines burst from Nami's lips and Red's own cheeks continue to darken. There's something kind of fun about holding this power - or being asked to hold it, maybe. Nami seems to enjoy it, after all - and if nothing else, Red likes making the people she cares about happy.
Although this does strain that definition a little, doesn't it?
Oh, right. The scene. ]
Then you've earned a few more strokes!
[ Yeesh.
But she continues. Another hard slap against her upturned ass, another, a third, a fourth, finally a fifth. By now that pale skin is darkened and flushed and probably stinging. As she pauses for a second time, she hesitates and then bends over Nami to "murmur" to her, her palm soothing the abused flesh, fingers tugging her lacy underwear out of the way so she can drag fingers against the slickened heat of her cunt. ]
If you cooperate, I can be so much nicer to you. [ She doesn't sound convincing, but that's just a consequence of Red's relatively poor acting skills. ]
[ By the time Red's hand stills again, Nami's flushed, her skin almost uncomfortably warm beneath the flimsy weight of her costume, her cheeks now as pink as the . ]
How much nicer to me? [ The script said she was supposed to sound breathless, but it's obvious that she isn't just acting for the sake of the camera catching all of this just off to the side. ]
I'm a pirate, if you want me to give up treasure, you're going to have to offer me something better. [ Given that she's the one shackled to the table, logically, she shouldn't have any way to strike a bargain, but Nami is learning quickly that movies like these don't really have to make sense to happen.
Besides, in all honesty, Red is driving her absolutely out of her mind right now. ]
Oh, is that so? You're sound a different tune now.
[ She finds this awkward, but she's managing. Her fingers soothe the red marks she's left behind with her strikes, her mind racing a thousand miles an hour. Just give her a moment to pull up what she has to say next. ]
If you give me what I want, I can make sure that you have quite a bit of my personal, undivided attention. And that you won't suffer for any of it, either...
[ Her hand works lower, between her thighs - a teasing brush of fingers against her cunt to demonstrate what she's going to give her. ]
Wouldn't that be so much easier? Don't you want a chance to - to use your mouth for something more productive?
wildcard, pirates of the booty bein: on slutty tides
With a huff that’s more exasperation than it is a show of fright and effort, she’s all but pushed through the doors of what’s supposed to be the captain’s quarters. They bang shut, making her straighten with a start as a lock clicks into place behind her. Nami’s eyes widen slightly after they land on Red, clad in what she assumes must be this version of a Marine uniform. It’s definitely not a bad look either; she’s always been weak for a beautiful woman in an official-looking ensemble, even if encountering Red (especially dressed like this) is always reason enough to make her flush, just a little.
Staring for a beat too long makes whoever is behind the camera clear their throat, giving Nami the nudge she needs to actually pick up her awkwardly missed cue. ]
I won’t tell you anything. [ She starts, putting a dramatic little quiver into her voice, as she takes a few steps back, her breasts rising and falling with the force of her theatrically panicked breathing ]
You’ll never find the treasure, no matter what you do to me!
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Of course with a title like "Pirates of the Booty Bein: On Slutty Tides" she wasn't sure what she expected. She hasn't even had a chance to skim the script, she's just been told that she should be "domineering". Great. So her expression is entirely un-amused when Nami appears. She starts for a moment, stares, and then tries to clear her throat, shoving to her feet as the prompter starts blasting lines at her. ]
Oh, you'll talk alright-
[ There's a pause as she tries to figure out the best way to approach this. She comes out from behind the desk and strides toward her. ONly the stiffness in her spine and the way she moves her limbs betrays that she's a bit unsure. ]
In fact, by the end of this little session, I daresay you'll be more than willing to do anything I - ah - I ask-! [ A glance toward the camera that she hopes no one notices and then she reaches out to snag the ring in Nami's necklace (collar?) and somewhat awkwardly tugs her toward the cabin table. As they move, she manages a low mutter. ]
Sorry about this.
[ Hopefully the mic didn't pick that up. ]
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No, never!
[ Her voice sounds so fake, Nami has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing before she arches her back towards Red as the other woman pulls on the ring connecting her top to the collar around her neck, her breasts lifting upward invitingly despite the feigned hesitance she puts on those few steps forward. ]
No matter what you do, I swear I’ll never tell you. [ When Red stops the ruse long enough to murmur an apology, Nami keeps her response subtle, letting her steps falter briefly so her hip bumps against Red’s in a brief, wordless acknowledgement, before she’s hustled over to the edge of the table and their act can resume. ]
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I've heard that before.
[ It's not quite a sneer. Still a little undercooked in terms of acting, really, but she gives Nami a push and a tug and puts a hand on the nape of her neck, "forcing" her to bend over the table and, after a moment of hesitant confusion, looping the chains of her "manacles" into bolt set into the table for such a purpose. With her appropriately "restrained" she pauses again, awkward and unsure, and then with a touch of prompting, slides her hand under Nami's skirt, feeling smooth, warm skin, her hand sliding up and up, over the curve of her rump as she gathers her skirts and shoves them up around her hips to expose more of her. ]
I'll give you one more chance, you know. Otherwise... things might get a little painful.
[ She manages to at least sound a little threatening. ]
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Painful?
[ She tries for a scoff but finds she's becoming slightly breathless as her imagination fills with all the possible ways this could go now that she's effectively at Red's mercy—a heated parade of mental images that feed into the heat flaring between her thighs when she feels the skirt of her costume pushed up and the thin, revealing lace panties she's been given to wear for this scene exposed. ]
That treasure's mine! Nothing you do could make me talk— nothing! [ Nami repeats the word for emphasis and gives another defiant squirm, her thighs parting slightly, enough to reveal the darkening patch where her arousal has begun to seep through the thin fabric. ]
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Yes. Although perhaps not that much pain. And if you cooperate, I might even make it pleasurable for you. Wouldn't you like that?
[ She tries to affect a sneer, but it's not very effective. As it is, she's left examining the curve of Nami's ass and then thin, sheer fabric that's already starting to darken with arousal. Another moment of hesitation and then a pair of her fingers slides against it, feeling her through the thin barrier, letting the heat and slickness settle into it - and then she withdraws it, leaving her bereft. Instead, her palm smooths over the skin of her ass. Feels it as the prompter gives her an instruction.
Well. She's going to do this.
She draws her hand back and then then there's a sharp smack and a hard impact of her open palm against Nami's skin, leaving behind reddening skin and a sharp sting. And then second and a third. ]
I hope you understand that you're doing this to yourself!
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Like a marine like you could ever pleasure me!
[ Any further protest temporarily dissolves as Red lets her fingers ghost over her panties, tracing over her folds before pressing down firmly enough that her wet further darkens the fabric between her thighs, making it impossible to conceal her arousal. With a moan she forces into an annoyed off at the end, Nami wiggles against the desk again, pretending to try and squirm fruitlessly away from Red's touch as the woman's fingers slip out from between her thighs and smooth over the curve of her ass instead.
She's seen the script and knows what's coming, but Nami still finds herself holding her breath. There have only been a few partners who've spanked her, and each time it's driven her out of her mind. The first slap reverberates through her, an intense throb of want radiates from her core, leaving her entrance tightening out of need. Biting down on her bottom lip to stifle a needy groan as the second, and third blows rain down on her backside, before Red stops for her next line. ]
I'll– [ Too breathless to get her own line out, Nami looks away from Red as her teeth rake over her lower lip, collecting herself before trying again. ] I'll never talk!
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Although this does strain that definition a little, doesn't it?
Oh, right. The scene. ]
Then you've earned a few more strokes!
[ Yeesh.
But she continues. Another hard slap against her upturned ass, another, a third, a fourth, finally a fifth. By now that pale skin is darkened and flushed and probably stinging. As she pauses for a second time, she hesitates and then bends over Nami to "murmur" to her, her palm soothing the abused flesh, fingers tugging her lacy underwear out of the way so she can drag fingers against the slickened heat of her cunt. ]
If you cooperate, I can be so much nicer to you. [ She doesn't sound convincing, but that's just a consequence of Red's relatively poor acting skills. ]
no subject
How much nicer to me? [ The script said she was supposed to sound breathless, but it's obvious that she isn't just acting for the sake of the camera catching all of this just off to the side. ]
I'm a pirate, if you want me to give up treasure, you're going to have to offer me something better. [ Given that she's the one shackled to the table, logically, she shouldn't have any way to strike a bargain, but Nami is learning quickly that movies like these don't really have to make sense to happen.
Besides, in all honesty, Red is driving her absolutely out of her mind right now. ]
no subject
[ She finds this awkward, but she's managing. Her fingers soothe the red marks she's left behind with her strikes, her mind racing a thousand miles an hour. Just give her a moment to pull up what she has to say next. ]
If you give me what I want, I can make sure that you have quite a bit of my personal, undivided attention. And that you won't suffer for any of it, either...
[ Her hand works lower, between her thighs - a teasing brush of fingers against her cunt to demonstrate what she's going to give her. ]
Wouldn't that be so much easier? Don't you want a chance to - to use your mouth for something more productive?