Block 421 (open for females)

Forthinu

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Architect Raskman was the mastermind behind the Block 421 project. A large concrete complex containing a mall, a restaurant, cafes, hairdressers and apartments. It was announced as a social experiment, too, as it mixed luxury apartments, middle class and council homes not only in the same building, but on the same floor. Surveilance cameras and a sophisticated computer system were provide for maximum saftey and comfort. His partner, Dr. Miriam Winterberg, insisted that single women would be prefered in the selection of interested tenants. He agreed, and everything worked fine, until he was cheated out of the project, following a false claim of sexual assault.
Raskman returned some years later, really mad now - but nobody knew he still had secret access to the safety system, and had information about all people living there. So he was out for revenge.

(This is a fictional nonconsent fantasy, nothing more. Do not apply if you are not okay with this kind of fiction. The basic idea is that female players can add several characters that live there, and Raskman will assault some of them, but you don't know when and which ones in advance. No underage, snuff or severe injuries are allowed, but bondage and rough sex will occur. You are free to add multiple characters, but please follow these guidelines.)

Apartment number: (Anything between 001 and 999, please check if the number isn't always in use.)
Name of character: (Female only)
Profession: (Whatever you like, you can add academic titles, etc.)
Age: (Anything between 18 and 50)
Looks: Haircolor (please no blondes), bodytype, height, weight, brasize, eyecolor, style, race, complexion, glasses, etc. Try to give a close and good description.
Anything else: All that you can think off and what could matter. Is the woman living alone, any hobbies, etc.
 
Gina Holiday
Apt 420
Yoga Instructor
26 years old
Long curly red hair with golden high lights comes to middle of her back and down over her 34b breasts. She is five foot nine and weighs 115 lbs. She is single and loved into the complex when her studio expanded and she could afford it. It was not her usual kind of place but the silence the concrete afforded and the security she appreciated, Her bungalow by the beach seemed a flame for the lustful moths that followed her home from the studio.
She has lived in the complex for five months but has only met a handful of residents as her schedule is rather full.
 
She's hot. I still wait for some more callers (you may add several characters) as the basic idea is that no one will know in advance who's the next target and when. (There might be several scenes going on, though)
 
Joan Lasseter
Apt 306
School Teacher
48 years old
A quiet no nonsense woman, Mrs Lasseter recently moved into the building. Her married ended after twenty years of her husband cheating until he finally decided coming home was too much of an inconvenience and she was now angry and alone. She is a tiny woman of five foot two with graying chestnut hair that falls straight to her shoulders. She weighs 105 lbs with a rounded figure which 20 years before turned many heads. She spends little time on her appearance now, preferring more utilitarian solution. She loathes men and spends her free time reading. Sometimes she will take her book to the park or the coffee shop but never for company.
She began smoking after her divorce was finalized and avoids other people as if they carry the plague.
 
That description gave me an instant boner, but I'll wait a moment, as with two takers so far the result would be too obvious.
 
Pam Smith
Apt 208
Police detective
30 years old
single
Married to the job.
A Tall full figured black woman with a shaven head. Full 38D uniform and 40 inch hips give her 170lbs an hour glass figure. She works nights, 12am til 8am and does little else. Her partner sometimes acompanies her home for a few hours but never stays the night (day). She is serious and works out when not working. Rarely smiles with her thick lips and bright eyes, giving the appearance of total control in any situation, which is pretty true.
 
(still hoping for mare players and characters, but I'll start with one of three now.)

Apartment 306.

I decided I would start with Mrs. Lasseter first. She was tiny and no match for me, but a very determined and suspicious person, so I would take no risque. I took my gas gun along - it wasn't lethal, but looked real enough to intimidate anyone. I also picked up several nylon ropes and a ballgag.
I thought about a baclava first, but this was just to cliche, and not that effective; instead I went for masquerade. I had bought a collection of wigs, beards and even some fake noses and chins. With some makeup, no one would be able to give a proper description.
I checked the cameras. There were no cameras in the apartment, but at least one in every hall. It was about 18 PM when she returned from shopping. But even without camera, modern electronics gave me a hint. I could check the lamps that were switched on in a apartment with my laptop. The only lights active were those in the living room, so she wouldn't notice me sneaking in.
I left my secret room in the basement - nobody knew about it. I used the elevator and entered the hall, nobody there. I opened the electronic lock of the door and entered, blocking it as I was inside. I had access to every door in this building. Having my tools ready, I peaked into the living room to have a look at my prey first.
 
Joan sat on her couch reading a detective novel. She was wearing the skirt and blouse she had worn to school. A glass of white wine sat on the coffee table and the TV had CNN or some news channel to break up the silence of living alone. She kicked off her shoes and brought her feet to the table next to the wine glass.
After a few minutes the fatigue of the day had her put the book down and stretch her arms upwards and then she sat up for a drink of wine.
 
Apartment 306.

I waited for a moment before I sneaked into the room. Maybe I could get to her before she noticed me, but I had that fake gun in my hand just in case she would notice me. I started moving.
 
Draining her wine surprisingly to anyone who knew her. She was not a drinker, well not until her divorce was finalized. She got up and walked into the kitchen and returned with the half full bottle and glass.
 
Apartment 306.

As she walked into the kitchen, I changed my plan. I waited sitting on the couch as she returned, my gun lying in front of the table.
I grinned.
"Come here, teacher."
 
Joan screamed with fright as the surprise of the man on the couch struck her like a lightening bolt. But she collected herself as the wine made her calmer than normal.
"Get the fuck out of my house." she said plainly setting her feet as a woman who had taught inner city high school for twenty years.
 
Apartment 306.

"Don't yell at the man with the gun." I picked up the fake gun and pointed at her, while I got up and walked up right in front of her. I pressed the very real looking gun between her breasts and pulled the ballgag out of my pocket. "Open up."
 
"Fuck you!" she said surprisingly. She did not seem the type to ignore a man with the gun but since this was her second bottle of wine it might be understandable.
"I think you better go" she said gripping the bottle of wine tighter.
 
Apartment 306.

I slapped her face, the ballgag still in my hand, and a second time. I moved the gun upwards, and put it right at her mouth, the cold metal touching her lips.
 
Joan was stunned never having been slapped. She dropped the glass and the bottle as the man was upon her. She was terrified as the reality of the metal barrel on her lips sent home the danger this man was. She whimpered as he moved her where he wanted her. She was too afraid to do or say anything.
 
Apartment 306.
I put my hand into her hair and shoved the barrel of the gun into her mouth. It wasn't long, but enough to pass her teeth and touched her tongue. I kept it there for a few seconds, to let her taste the metal. I pulled it out again and inserted the ballgag into her mouth, fastening it behind her head. Then I pushed the gun in her back and moved her into the front of the mirror in the small hall. She could see herself standing with the ballgag in her mouth, and me standing behind her, looking like a giant compared to her small body.
"Now strip. Shirt and skirt first."
 
Joan was trembling with fear as the man manhandled her. The ball gag was something she had only read about in online literary erotica and after googling it stopped looking. Now that the hard plastic ball was in her mouth the images of the women bound and gagged filled her head.
"Strip!" he hissed from behind her as she looked at herself in the mirror.
Her hand shook so hard she could hardly open her blouse. She whimpered unable to speak with the gag in her mouth. As she unbuttoned the last button he snatched the blouse off her. She stood in her bra. A heavy duty bra to support her full chest. Not the most attractive in this setting.
Her fingers had trouble with the clasp of the skirt until she felt the gun in her back push harder. She unzipped the side zipper and let it fall. Her white cotton panties and bra gave her a fairly matronly look.
Her eyes pleaded with the man to just leave. Tears were running down her face.
 
Apartment 306.

I admired her full breasts, despite her poor choice of undies. I run my hand through her hair, sliding down her neck, copping a feel of her large breats, then groping her butt.
"Now off with that bra." I pushed the gun in her back.
 
Stiffing her cries as this man does as he pleases Joan is terrified and horrified. Embarrassed and ashamed, how could this happen? Why did her husband leave her all alone? Her mind races as the gun barrel is ever present in her mind. His hand gropes her like a person feels a melon in the grocery store. She is ashamed her nipples harden at the mere touch, the touch of a stranger forcing her to undress.

Standing in her panties and bra she tries to look at him. She cannot talk but her eyes can beg...

She reaches behind herself and unclasps the bra and then lets it fall down her arms as she shakes with sobs and tears. Her full breasts hang topped with big brown nipples, now stiff from the cool apartment and the strangers touch.

She raises her head to look into the mirror.
 
Apartment 306.

"What a waste to hide them like that..."
I kept the gun in my hand, but at at least gave her a good grope from behind, squeezing her big tits, so she could see me hand kneading and fondling her ripe tits. I played wit her firm nipple for a while, then I stood back.
"Now down with that panties."
 
Joan shook as the man played with her breasts. Her mascara now streaking her cheeks black as tears flow. Her worst nightmare and she was powerless. She looked at the man wailing behind the gag and shaking her head. Her eyes begging "no please don't do this."
 
Apartment 306.

I slapped her breast from below with my hands, making them bounce.
"I am waiting."
 
Her body shakes as her cries are muffled by the gag and she doesn't know what to do. Seeing his impatience her shaking hands push her panties down. As she bends over she feels him behind her and his hard on against her ass causing her to cry loudly, quickly rising. Her thick brown hair between her legs is so dark against her pale skin.
 
Apartment 306.

"Fold your hands behind your neck."
I moved back, but kept an eye on here, as I picked up the glass. It wasn't broken, and there was some wine left in the bottle. I filled the glass and put it on her head.
"If you drop that glass, you will be punished. Now spread your legs a bit more."
 
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