This is a multiplayer non-con-story. Please do not join or read if these fantasy is disturbing to you. I'm going to create an OOC-thread later, so please do not post here before you have sent me a PM about your ideas for your character(s).
Intro
Edenville is a pretty place. It has a large forrest, a lake, some old villas and some brandnew holiday-houses, a golf course, a supermarket, all you need. There are hardly any children or old people, the populatian are people between thirty and fifty, coming from all over the world.
Those of the upperclass own houses here, while the middleclass tourists live in the holiday homes. The place is in france, somewhere below nancy, close to the swiss and german border. There was a sanatorium in the 19th century that is gone except for the cellar, while some of the larger houses still exist. It was abandonded later, but was rediscovered a few years ago and turned into an international paradise for the rich looking for a remote place in the nature. Officially, it is the brainchild of a woman, Sonja Brenner, who is architect and manager of the whole enterprise. My ex-wife. Inofficially, it was my project. I was the engineer who worked out the originally idea and did all of the construction work. Sonja, age 45, got rich and is still earning well, while she sued me for every penny I had after our divorce. She promised to ruin me for the rest of my life, and her lawyer did. The lawer was, believe it or not, my elder sister, Charmaine Harding, age 43, well known feminist and straight domme in her private life.
I knew I had no mercy to expect from those two and decided to go underground after finishing my work. Literally, I mean. I had discovered a hidden room by accident, as we were filling up the cellar of the former sanatorium. No one had noticed, so I came back later to explore it. It was old, but not ancient, and there was a connection to stairs going deeper. I soon found out that it was a forgotten bunker, not of ww2, but ww1. And it was not just a bunker, it was a huge fort, going deep under the forest and almost the whole town. I knew the times when nobody was working, I knew where we would build, I had the knowledge, the skill and access to all tools and material. I had a new home. First I tapped electricity and water, so I would not have to worry about that. And I took care to create several hidden escapes, all checked with a security-system. I had several escapes into the forrest. One gave me access into the supermarket, so I would not have to worry about food or anything else. Another one led into the laundry-room of the largest block of holiday-houses. Another one in the garden of my ex-wife. And the last one into the wine-cellar of my sister, who moved into the town as well.
Before I moved into my new secret home, I parked my car close by the nearest river and left a farewell-note on the driverseat. Then I threw some of my clothes into the river. They were found later, and everybody was convinced of my suicide. But this day, life did really start for me.
Intro
Edenville is a pretty place. It has a large forrest, a lake, some old villas and some brandnew holiday-houses, a golf course, a supermarket, all you need. There are hardly any children or old people, the populatian are people between thirty and fifty, coming from all over the world.
Those of the upperclass own houses here, while the middleclass tourists live in the holiday homes. The place is in france, somewhere below nancy, close to the swiss and german border. There was a sanatorium in the 19th century that is gone except for the cellar, while some of the larger houses still exist. It was abandonded later, but was rediscovered a few years ago and turned into an international paradise for the rich looking for a remote place in the nature. Officially, it is the brainchild of a woman, Sonja Brenner, who is architect and manager of the whole enterprise. My ex-wife. Inofficially, it was my project. I was the engineer who worked out the originally idea and did all of the construction work. Sonja, age 45, got rich and is still earning well, while she sued me for every penny I had after our divorce. She promised to ruin me for the rest of my life, and her lawyer did. The lawer was, believe it or not, my elder sister, Charmaine Harding, age 43, well known feminist and straight domme in her private life.
I knew I had no mercy to expect from those two and decided to go underground after finishing my work. Literally, I mean. I had discovered a hidden room by accident, as we were filling up the cellar of the former sanatorium. No one had noticed, so I came back later to explore it. It was old, but not ancient, and there was a connection to stairs going deeper. I soon found out that it was a forgotten bunker, not of ww2, but ww1. And it was not just a bunker, it was a huge fort, going deep under the forest and almost the whole town. I knew the times when nobody was working, I knew where we would build, I had the knowledge, the skill and access to all tools and material. I had a new home. First I tapped electricity and water, so I would not have to worry about that. And I took care to create several hidden escapes, all checked with a security-system. I had several escapes into the forrest. One gave me access into the supermarket, so I would not have to worry about food or anything else. Another one led into the laundry-room of the largest block of holiday-houses. Another one in the garden of my ex-wife. And the last one into the wine-cellar of my sister, who moved into the town as well.
Before I moved into my new secret home, I parked my car close by the nearest river and left a farewell-note on the driverseat. Then I threw some of my clothes into the river. They were found later, and everybody was convinced of my suicide. But this day, life did really start for me.
