Cross Country: Vote for an AI Damsel: Chapter 4– May 5, 2024 (M/F+)
Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2024 11:13 pm
Trying something new (and kinda weird) again — hope you all enjoy it! [edit — making this a lot simpler]
How this works: Every chapter of this story will be based on an AI model that someone votes for via comment/reply. Most of the models I found so far have been from the Instagram account ElitePics. I will pick a few images from the account and link them to the story. The audience will vote on which damsel they’d like to see bound and gagged in the next chapter.
For example, if you all were to vote for this image:
The next chapter would feature a story that would have to involve both this model being bound and gagged and also a train of some kind.
Obvious disclaimer: I don’t own the Instagram account, and don’t claim any of the work to be my own.
Thanks for playing along! Here goes nothing:
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Part One:
“You really mean it? Your dad’s car? I can have it?” Justin stared at his friend incredulously.
“He left it to me, so it’s mine to do what I want with it. Win the bet, it’s yours.” Henry grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t need it. And I don’t have a reason to travel around like you do.”
“I thought you were just joking. I mean that’s not really possible, right?” Justin studied his friends face, expecting him at any point to interject and claim he was kidding. “You’re really serious.”
“Dead serious. I don’t think you can do it. But I’d have a lot of fun watching you try.”
“So you want me…over the next year…to travel to every state in the U.S.”
“…which you do every year for work already.”
“Right. But you want me to find a woman in each state. And somehow convince that woman to let me…tie her up. And then you want a picture?” Justin couldn’t believe the words coming from his own mouth. “Does that about sum it up?”
“You just about got it buddy. A year. You can get this done in a year. Want more time?”
Justin went silent. He looked outside of his house, where his friends red Lamborghini, his dream car, waited outside, just out of reach.
“18 months.” Justin said, taking a deep breath, realizing what he had just signed himself up for.
“You’ve got a deal.” The two men shook hands. “Where do you think you’ll start?”
“I don’t know. Haven’t really had time to game plan yet,” Justin replied, only half telling the truth. He knew where he’d be starting — back home, in Connecticut.
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Which model should be Justin’s kickoff damsel?
A)
B)
C)
Thanks for voting!
How this works: Every chapter of this story will be based on an AI model that someone votes for via comment/reply. Most of the models I found so far have been from the Instagram account ElitePics. I will pick a few images from the account and link them to the story. The audience will vote on which damsel they’d like to see bound and gagged in the next chapter.
For example, if you all were to vote for this image:
The next chapter would feature a story that would have to involve both this model being bound and gagged and also a train of some kind.
Obvious disclaimer: I don’t own the Instagram account, and don’t claim any of the work to be my own.
Thanks for playing along! Here goes nothing:
— — — — — — — — — —
Part One:
“You really mean it? Your dad’s car? I can have it?” Justin stared at his friend incredulously.
“He left it to me, so it’s mine to do what I want with it. Win the bet, it’s yours.” Henry grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t need it. And I don’t have a reason to travel around like you do.”
“I thought you were just joking. I mean that’s not really possible, right?” Justin studied his friends face, expecting him at any point to interject and claim he was kidding. “You’re really serious.”
“Dead serious. I don’t think you can do it. But I’d have a lot of fun watching you try.”
“So you want me…over the next year…to travel to every state in the U.S.”
“…which you do every year for work already.”
“Right. But you want me to find a woman in each state. And somehow convince that woman to let me…tie her up. And then you want a picture?” Justin couldn’t believe the words coming from his own mouth. “Does that about sum it up?”
“You just about got it buddy. A year. You can get this done in a year. Want more time?”
Justin went silent. He looked outside of his house, where his friends red Lamborghini, his dream car, waited outside, just out of reach.
“18 months.” Justin said, taking a deep breath, realizing what he had just signed himself up for.
“You’ve got a deal.” The two men shook hands. “Where do you think you’ll start?”
“I don’t know. Haven’t really had time to game plan yet,” Justin replied, only half telling the truth. He knew where he’d be starting — back home, in Connecticut.
— — — — — — — — — — —
Which model should be Justin’s kickoff damsel?
A)
B)
C)
Thanks for voting!