"Satisfaction Guaranteed"

"Satisfaction Guaranteed"


RP ON HOLD: LOST MY WIFI SERVICE AND BACK UP
BROADBAND COMPUTER CRASHED,
SO I CAN NOT START THIS RP UNTIL PROBLEM IS HANDLED.
THANKS FOR SHOWING INTEREST.




OOC Thread and Writer Discussion Thread​

Julio Prinn opened the cover of the viewing porthole and scanned the compartment inside. Twelve simple cots were arranged in neat little rows between the metal bulkheads; twelve naked men -- of every color and physical description, with physical attractiveness seeming to be the only thing they had in common -- were unmoving upon them, stilled in a state of unconsciousness.

Julio looked to the uniformed Crew Member at the end of the central passageway and signaled. The man pressed a button; a powerful fan energized on the next deck above them. Julio looked through the small window again; tell tale signs of a sudden movement of air told the officer that the room would be clear of the anesthetizing gas very soon.

He turned and crossed the corridor, opened a porthole on a second door, and inspected its occupants as well. He looked to the Man at the end of the hall. "We'll wait with them. Go check in with the XO. Make sure the trucks are close. You're dismissed."

The Crew Member saluted, and was gone in an instant. Julio waited until he'd heard the last of the man's boots on the metal deck and the slamming of the water tight door. He detached an oxygen mask from his belt and strapped it over his face, turning on the small tank hanging over one shoulder. The cool rush of oxygen filled his lungs. He swiped his key card through the electronic locking mechanism and punched in his code; the hatch unlocked with a slam of metal.

Inside, Julio wandered slowly between the cots, carefully inspecting -- ogling -- the twelve women, also unconscious, also naked. Like the men, they were of all races, colors, cultures, and physical shapes; and like the men, the only thing they seemed to have in common was their attractiveness.

Some of the women weren't Julio's type, although most naked women were any man's type. Julio liked a petite woman, someone light enough to man handle and manipulate to his every need and desire.

He found exactly what he was looking for almost in the far corner. She wasn't petite; she was tiny. Maybe 95 pounds and barely over 5 feet tall, she looked more like a little girl until Julio had passed around to her front side and saw the mature face of a woman in her late 20s or early 30s. Her body -- what little she had -- was firm and tight, from her athletic legs to her muscular ass to her round, pert breasts.

He adjusted the mask on his face, then scooped her up in his arms and carried her to a second hatch at the other side of the compartment. Again he used his key card, and a moment later they were in a small room that, back during the Viet Nam War era, had been the State Room for one of the former Destroyer Escort's Junior Officers.

Julio laid the woman on a larger-than-typical cot and shed his mask; he wouldn't need it in here and -- as she began to come around -- he knew she wouldn't either. She stirred, rolled to her side; she tried to focus her eyes, and saw a bulky shape -- a man -- standing before her. She tried to talk, tried to ask what was happening, where was she, why was is so cold; but she couldn't form a coherent sentence.

Then, her expression told Julio that she realized that she was naked. She became suddenly aware that things were very wrong; she tried to hide her petite form behind her hands and arms, tried to mask her neatly trimmed muff behind the security of her crossed thighs.

"Oh, no," Julio said to her, moving toward her. "That won't do at all."

She blinked her eyes more, clearing protective tears that were trying to help them focus, and she realized that now, he too was naked. She tried to scream, but her lungs and throat wouldn't form the correct sound, let alone form it at a volume that would attract assistance.

Julio grasped her wrists, forced her down, parted her thighs with his strength ... and raped her, not just once but three times over the next hour. She was helpless against him; his bulk, more than twice that of hers, and his strength, achieved over a life time of hard labor, were simply too much.

And to make it worse, as the attack continued, her consciousness returned to her consistently, making the rape seem even more horribly real with every passing moment.

(OOC -- This is only the beginning of the IC thread and does not reflect the full nature of the RP. Please see the links at the top for more. Feel free to PM me after you read the IntChk if you would like to join.)