Don't Talk to Strangers (open)

slippedhalo

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Carolyn's had enough. She's tired of being cheated on by her scumbag boyfriend Ethan, she is failing most of her college courses, not that it matters much because she can't afford to pay the bills let alone tuition. She gets no help from her mom who is on her third bad marriage and Carrolyn is definitely not feeling the need to go back home and be a part of the regular soap opera that is her mother's life. She has no friends she can count on, she's feeling lost. After her last bad argument with Ethan, she packed up her things and left, no destination, no car, just Carolyn and a bag, and the night...

...that's where things went wrong.
She knew of an old abandoned house down on Willow Street. It was condemned, and rumoured to be full of old junkies and homeless winos. But, Carolyn needed a roof over head and fast, it was starting to rain. She figured taking her chances in the abandoned house wouldn't be too bad. Who cares about some passed out vagrants...she underestimated the rumours.

OOC:
I need some vagrants or whomever else might be hanging out in the old abandoned house to gang bang our main character. She's always had secret fantasies of being treated like a dirty slut and non-consentual sex...now she'll get to live it.

Carolyn Hetty
Age: 19
Stawberry blonde hair, wavy and long.Big green eyes, plump lips.
large breasts 38D, and a tiny waist. She is somewhat thin recently but has a sporty bod normally, flat stomach and a firm round ass, toned legs. Carolyn is completley waxed in her pubic area.

IC: Carolyn enters in what looks to be the darkened livingroom through the broken window covored only with loose plastic. The house reminds her of the dump from 'Fight Club' when she looks around. She hears noise upstairs and in the basement but is not sure whether she wants to find out what it is yet leaving is not an option as the rainfall increases. Carolyn takes her backpack and shoves it behind her in the corner as she sits, leaning on the moldy smelling wall, tears running down her face. This is what life has come to? She thinks. She hopes she can catch some sleep. Perhaps in the daylight things will seem more hopeful.
 
Frank heard a sound upstairs and groaned as he heaved himself off the floor and went upstairs to investigate. Newcomers were always welcome. They usually had clothes or something he could steal and sell. he smiled broadly as he saw the pretty young thing that had entered his domain. This was more then he had hoped for. The nights had been mighty cold recently. Not to mention boing. She looked like just the thing to spice things up. "Hello, little girl." He smirked broadly as he walked up next to her, making n effort to hide his interest in her...assets. "New here? Need someone to...take care of you? Of course, you'll have to pay. What do you have to offer?" He leered as he bent down to wipe the tears from her face.

OOC:
Frank
age: 35
long, dirty filthy black hair, reeks of alcohol, hasn't had a bath in weeks, makes a 'living' begging.
 
Carolyn brushed his hand away, "I don't need anything from you. Just a place to rest tonight. Leave me alone." she said, in a voice that sounded much stronger than she felt.
 
Jimmy
Age 30

He heard Frank's voice coming from the other room, so he finished pissing and opened the door.

"Frank?" He called. "What the hell you got there?" He marched right up to the girl and looked her in the eye. "The Fuck Are You?" He said.
 
Frank was caught between a frown and a smile. That made things more interesting, if a little harder. "You don't want to be alone in a place like this." he mock warned her. "You never know when someone will try to steal your stuff." He had spied her backpack and went to grab it.
 
Carolyn moved to block the backpack from him with her body, "No! Leave me and my stuff alone!" she insisted.
 
Strangers

OCC
Andy

Age:28
Tall and thin, war vet,keeps seeing the enemy every where,anyone new was the enemy, the guys are, in his mind in his squad,wears old army clothes.

IC
"Ah the boys got one, must be an enemy spy, we'll make um talk...yeh we will, "I'M ON MY WAY!"
 
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Yelling might not have been the best idea in this place, Carolyn soon realized as yet another emerged from the darkess. She was surrounded by vagrants, hungering, mistrustful expressions upon all of their faces. "I-I-I just want a place to sleep. Please, don't hurt me." protested Carolyn, beginning to feel less confident in her self defense.
 
He laughed and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back. "Sleep? Who do you think you are to come into our house and demand a place to sleep?" He hissed at her.
 
"I'm sorry, but I had no place else to go... and the rain..." Carolyn began to cry again, her fear growing by leaps and bounds.
 
Name: Tony
Age: 32

A tall bear of a man with long hair hacked into a crude mohawk. He normally wears dirty jeans and a dirtier t-shirt, as well as a torn leather jacket. He normally makes his 'money' by busking, along with the occassonal mugging.


IC:
Tony stumbled out of his room as he heard Andy yelling... again. He rubbed his eyes blearily, walking down the stairs to see what the commotion was about.

"Oi! Knock it off, will ya? Somma us are tryin' ta get some sleep 'ere!" he paused as he saw the girl "Well, well, well, what do we have 'ere then? Entertainment for the night?"
 
Carolyn shivered, literally cornered. Now another man seemed to come out of the woodwork. "Please, I have no place else to go."
 
Jimmy swung the girl around to face the new arrival. "Look it what we got. She's the hottest cum dumpster I ever seen." He said reaching around and clamping a hand on her breast.
 
Carolyn went red, tears still streaming down her face. "Have mercy on me, please." she whispered, seeing no sympathy at all in these roughened faces.
 
"That she is, Jimmy my old firend, that she is..." he moved up to the girl grinning wickedly "Don't worry, sweet'eart, we won't hurt ya. We'll show ya a good time, won't we, boys?"
 
Jimmy grinned. "Anybody mind if I cum in her firsT?" He asked looking at the other guys. He was giddy, he loved to molest chicks. He loved the looks of shock and disbeilief as his cum filled them.
 
"Well, I don't know" rubbing his stubbly chin thoughtfully "That might be bit selfish. But I do believe that there're enough holes to go around. Personally, I think her mouth looks very lovely indeed..."
 
He grabbed her chin feriously. "Hey it is lovely isn't it." HE assured him with a grin. He pulled her hips back against him so she could feel his hard cock jabbing her through his pants and her skirt.
 
Strangers

Andy arrived on the the scene and saw the girl...she looked so young...the good spies were.

"Jimmy, fuck her in her ass make the bitch talk, yeh..."
 
Carolyn had once had a dream that was similar to this. She was raped up and down and yet she woke up slippery from her own cum, she had liked it in the dream. Reality seemed much more, gritty, dirty...she was afraid she would not like this at all, but also fairly certain there wasn't any way she could get away from all these guys now. Tears streaked her face as she stood, looking up at them wide-eyed.
 
Rick Jones
Age: 27
Short brown hair... Sad brown eyes...
Strong build, because he has been a martial artist for a long time... He is of average height... Rick is almost losing faith in being able to get out of the mess he is in right now... Tho he still has a bit of hope for the future...

IC: Rick was lying down upstairs, thinking about his shitty life as he heard some noises from the floor below... And then these sounds became louder and louder as if more people were gathering together... 'I wonder what's happening?!' he asked himself as he got up and began walking out of *his* room and then down the stairs, hearing some voices... He approached the source of the people talking... And noticed some of his fellow roomates in company of a newcomer, a beautiful girl...

He walked over to them and spoke "Hey guys... What's happening?!" he asked as he noticed Jimmy pulling her ass hard against his hips... He then noticed the tears running down her face... and for a moment he felt sad for her... But then his face turned cold... After all it was a girl's fault if he ended up in this mess... She stole all his money and ran away... He moved in front of this new young woman and looked deeply in her eyes... "What's your name?!" he asked strongly as he put both of his hands on her breasts and began squeezing and rubbing them thru her clothes... "Such big breasts..." he commented...
 
Carolyn looked at the newest one with hope, despite the fact that he was groping her, at least he cared that she had a name. "Carolyn, my name is Carolyn." she answered tearfully.
 
Jimmy reached under her skirt from behind and ripped her panties out. He held them up with a grin. "Check it out boys. A Thong! This little hussy wants it!" HE said cheerfully.

He reached down and opened his fly, taking his cock out he slipped it between her legs, sliding himself back and forth along her slit as she was molested by the others.
 
Carolyn tried to push them away but there were just too many hands grabbing at her at once. Finally, she felt a cock rubbing against her slit, sickly enough, her body responded against her will by moistening those soft folds.
 
Jimmy could feel her juices starting to ooze from her. He grinned in shock. "HEY this slut likes it." He grabbed her hair and hissed in her ear. "Your wet for some cock aren't you!? Yeah, I know your type, I know what you want to." He lowered his hips so his cock arched upward and he raised himself up, the tip of his cock pressing against her hole.
 
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