Streets of Despair, open

[Fanged_Death]

Streets of Despair


Hell Town, U.S.A.​

Time: Present day

Location: West coast, slightly inland, 10 minutes from ports via both air and sea.

Basic Plot: “White slavery”, using the term broadly, the acquisition of desired “flesh”, the taming of them, and the delivery to the powerful and rich buyers.

Characters some are still open and needed

Female Accomplice, a willing partner in the “ring”, preferably a slight bit devious and a whole lot kinky (RedHairedandFriendly)Filled

Buyers, to specify the type of “packages” they want (jmt7968)Still open for more to join us


Sex Slaves (male or female), to act out the perversions of the buyers and slavers. (Hazel43)(caela) Still open for more to join us

Minor accomplices, to help the head slavers.(NaughtyHogWarts)Still open for more to join us


Note: Major slavers will control the direction of actions for the victims, the minor accomplices will need to follow those directions or need not bother joining

Buyers influence the type of “package”, but are at the mercy of the market as well.

Sex slaves are completely at the mercy of the slavers and buyers once you've started interacting in the thread, in your characters “bio” you should list your own personal preferences, and if you put down no limits, be prepared for the worst

Absolutely no deaths or underage characters, period There isn't going to be an OOC for this one, put your characters bio on this thread and add it your subscribed list, then be ready to join in as the opportunity presents

Hopefully we have a good sized group emerge and the thread runs a long time, so we can develop our characters and subplots

 

[hazel43]

Sherry Martin
Light reddish blonde, blue eyes, 22 years old, 5'6, 117 lbs, nicely proportioned, 34C bra size, currently a virgin.

Sherry has many deeply hidden sexual desires. Without training these desires would remain unknown.

OOC: My character will enjoy being used and exploited.

 

[Fanged_Death]

ooc:

EXCELLENT! Our first victim

Care to be stalked by the "Head Slaver" until a buyer can be found?

 

[hazel43]

OOC: Your wish is my command.

 

[Fanged_Death]

Welcome to:

The Painted House​

A multi level building that has a carefully cultivated reputation for being "naughty, but safe"

Covering a full city block it once acted as the headquarters for a business conglomerate until the city became "rotten"

It now serves John Hamilton's purpose quite well as a "flesh trap" for his own rapidly growing business.

The first three floors are multiple themed lounges, catering to the young and most desirable, the expensive interiors refurbished to make them attractive and comfortable to those that visit.

Each level has one common feature, the electronics that are discreetly hidden to veiw the guests, allowing the people above to get a good look at the flesh below...

This is John's private shopping mall. He quietly roams the floors and makes note of the "flesh", the modern use of credit and debit cards making it too easy to identify each desirable "mark" as well as quickly locate them in the future.


John has recently become interested in a "repeat customer", a young and innocent looking lady who on the advice of a girlfriend has begun to make a quick detour through Hell Town, and stops in each afternoon after her classes from the local college.

John has assumed the positon of bartender in order to get closer to her

 

[jmt7968]

Dave Larson
45 years old
6'00/200 lbs
Black hair
Green eyes
Athletic Build
Buyer

I met John Hamilton some time ago, in a chance meeting. I new there was something that he had going on, and after talking regularly he told me the real business he was in.

My home life had gone stale, my wife now more inclined to a vibrator and a cup of coffee then to appreciate the man that took care of her. I needed a new woman, I needed less of a companion and more of a woman to submit to my growing needs.

I had the money, and had a desire so I picked up the phone to contact John after keeping his card all these years, I figured what the hell lets see if he can provide the service that he says he can.

 

[Fanged_Death]

John Hamilton's evening was starting off rather quickly.

A client had contacted him and expressed interest in becoming a member of the "investment firm"

An interest that make John a cool ten thousand wealthier for allowing the membership, and ten times that much more depending on the investors tastes.

He scheduled a quick meeting with the prespective client later in the evening and then moved downstairs to the second floor, to follow up on another interesting lead.

This one in the form of a well shaped woman who went bt the name of "Sherry Martin"

"Hello again Sherry"

He greeted her warmly from behind the bar and let his eyes wander over her well shaped curves.

"As always Ladies drink for free, what can I serve you that would warm your blood and stir your body?"

She ordered and he mixed the drink quickly, taking time only when it came to serving it and deliberately brushing her hand.

"College ends soon for the summer Sherry, do you have a job lined up yet?"

Full lips. She had oh so full lips and John's groin quivered at the thought of how those lips would feel on hic cock.

"We need people here is why I'm asking. All positions, the pay is good if you're interested? I could put a good word in for you and arrange an interview?"

The woman that was with Sherry wasn't shaped none too badly as well and as John slid a "Sex on the Beach" to her he extended the invitation to her as well.

"It'd be a great way to make some easy cash and have fun for the summer, that is unless you a family and boyfriend waiting for you to return?"

 

[hazel43]

OOC: Hope this fits somehow.

Sherry's life has been stressful. With classes in Chemistry, Trigonometry, and Spanish, she needs to study. Her fast food job demands too much time. Her anxiety peaked last week. Her friend Shelly thought she could use some fun time. The Painted House was fabulous. The lounge they liked the most was wild. The huge bar had anything you wanted. Purple and orange lights flashed across the huge dance floor. Professionally dressed men and women in their twenties were all around them.

Sherry couldn't get enough of this place. She had been back Saturday night and then again Tuesday. Cutting her hours at the fast food job helped her get a good grade on her Chem. exam.

It was now Friday night and she was out to celebrate.
The night was young, her short black dress felt erotic as she slid onto a seat at the bar. The bar tender busily fulfilled two orders and turned to her.
Hello again Sherry"

He greeted her warmly from behind the bar and let his eyes wander over her well shaped curves.

"As always Ladies drink for free, what can I serve you that would warm your blood and stir your body?"
her

Sherry gave the bar tender her brightest smile. " I would like a Strawberry Daiquiri please. "

 

[hazel43]

"College ends soon for the summer Sherry, do you have a job lined up yet?"

"We need people here is why I'm asking. All positions, the pay is good if you're interested? I could put a good word in for you and arrange an interview?"
Sherry grew more excited about the idea as she studied it over her daiquiri

"It'd be a great way to make some easy cash and have fun for the summer, that is unless you a family and boyfriend waiting for you to return?"

"You know John, I think that would be a great idea. Right now, I work at a fast food place near the college, but I hate it. Can I get a phone number to arrange the interview?"

 

[Fanged_Death]

OOC: Perfectly

IC:

"One Strawberry Daquiri it is"

John served the drink and then another as the night moved on, coming back to the pair of ladies to make small talk and keep them well plied with cold drinks and spicy snacks.

Little by little the pair opened up and became less and less inhibited. John gathered details of each woman and was pleased to hear neither were expected back "home" for the summer months.

They left on several occasions to move to the dance floor, sharing each others company and then returning, Sherri's interest in the "position" making him smile as he wrote the number down and arranged a time for her to return.

"Talk your girlfriend into it as well, there's a bonus in it for you and I'm sure she'd enjoy the work as much as I do."

With a promise she'd try the pair left, minutes before closing time and the scheduled meeting John was going to, he moved to the elevator and punched in the key code that would lift him to the fourth floor, watching the Ladies sway out of the bar.

Minutes later he was greeting the newest "investor" and began to explain the conditions after shaking his hand and sitting at the table with him

"There's a Ten Thousand Dollar security fee, Mr. Larson, NON-refundable.

This gives us a guarntee you're not one of those pesky "honest" cops and allows you look at our files. The files I'm sure will have something you're interested in and by the off chance it doesn't, please, tell us exactly what you want.

Once we've determined what you're interested in we can set a price and a date for delivery. How you use our product is your concern, as well as the disposal of it, understood?"

 

[Fanged_Death]

Welcome

OOC:

Welcome to both hazel43 and jmt7968.

Going to post so hopefully all three of us can reply in the near future, just wanted to set things up in my past posts

If you have suggestions or your own favorite perversions you'd like to write about in this thread, let me know

 

[jmt7968]

"There's a Ten Thousand Dollar security fee, Mr. Larson, NON-refundable.

I stopped for a second, the price seemed a little high but considering the freedom I was given I figured what the hell.

I gave him the money and thumbed through the file I only saw a few girls, but I figured it would be easy enough to pick one out..

I wasnt looking for any bondage sluts or anything, but I had my own ideas of perversion that I was looking for, I talked to John, and told him I'd take the little red head virgin, how could I pass on that...

I watched John as he contemplated the price....

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

OOC: Marrianne Morgan, 32, red hair, blue eyes, few freckles. John Hamilton’s willing partner.


Marrianne finished playing the melody on the Steinway and watched as the final dancers left the floor and made their way to their coats and then existed the club. She slipped from the bench and took the arm of her companion and the champagne he held out to her.

Her red hair fell in ringlets, the ends caressed her shoulders as small pearl teardrops hung from tiny lobes. Her sparkling blue eyes danced with merriment as she thought of how far she’d come. She’d been nothing so long ago and now the thousand dollar dress graced her supple form, no one would have known she was once a slut from the streets of New York.

She’d stumbled into a man one day. He wasn’t a nice one, but he’d shown her how to use her looks and her body to her advantage. Once she did she found herself becoming more confident and more sure of herself. Eventually she found someone else to care for her and then someone after that. This continued for a number of years, until finally she had collected enough money, status, and experience to leave her past behind and make a few investments on her own. . .seedy ones.

That was how she met John. He was one of those men that happened to be a friend of a friend and though they had a business relationship, they would on rare occasions tangle in the sheets. They both knew it wasn’t love, or at least not the marrying kind, it was a love of bodies and minds, but not souls. Marrianne had lost hers a long time ago.

John lured the ladies in and she lured the gentleman. They started out thinking it was a simple escort service... for some it was, for others it wasn’t. It was the way it worked in her world and as the numbers increased in her bank accounts she was more than happy to do her best to increase her and John’s wealth.

She went to her office and found the account books for each club on her desk as well as the credit and debit receipts. Her fingers toyed with a ringlet that played on her shoulder while she went to work calculating the numbers that were just a cover for the more sinister deeds that John was handling. She looked at the time and remembered he had a meeting and would be over later to speak with her. Her thoughts settled back into her task as the night moved on.

 

[NaughtyHogwarts]

Character: River
Age:25
Occupation: Smuggler/Merc./Con Artist
Apperance: 6'/145/female/muscular/blue eyes/red and black hair(currently)/
River walked into the club and looked around. She had seen better. But Mal had said his "friend" Hamilton needed help in the "trade". And as luck or fate or whatever would have it she was flat broke. She had had to pull up stacks fast and get the hell out of Dodge. If there was one think River knew it was the "trade". She had been getting suckers to sell themselves and buy others her whole life. Her family had been running white carrgo for four hundred plus years. There wasn't a law aggancy in the world that could stop them.
River walked to the bar and leaned back against it waiting for someone to wait on her. She checked out the suckers...clients that were in the club. River wondered just how deep Hamilton was in and willing to go. Because truth be told, she wasin't working for some newbie that had a bleeding heart. She hoped Mal wasn't trying to screw her over. She smiled as she thought about the scars Mal now carried from that incounter. Her father had always said Spare the rod, spoil the merchandice.

 

[caela]

OOC: Hope this is all right. Will delete it if not. I'm pretty open about what I'll write for a character, after all this is writing not RL but I just can't seem to do scat, bestiality or death. Everything else is pretty much open to the whims of the story.

Name: Autumn Ledger

Age: 19

Appearance: 5'10; grey eyes; long, sunstreaked blonde hair; an athletic body with firm muscles, a flat stomach, tight ass and high breasts

Bio: Autumn's an intelligent and outgoing young woman. She often strikes up conversations with complete strangers simply out of boredom and knows all the regulars at her local supermarket and laundromat. She couldn't stand the thought of living in the dorms for college - not enough privacy - and so she had found a little apartment all her own but not that classes were done she was looking for a second job to supplement her income. Financial aid for school paid the rent but she wanted some play money so she was putting out apps to be a waitress or bartender, both of which she'd done before.

IC: Dragging a brush through her hair she tried to remember why she'd let her friends talk her into going out tonight. She really couldn't afford it and would be eating raman noodles for a few weeks since she was dipping into her grocery money but she knew she'd have a good time and hopefully she'd find a waitressing job soon and with tips and a paycheck money wouldn't be so tight.

Deciding to dress up just a bit she chose a simple, snow white, skirt that fell down to her ankles but had slits in the sides all the way up to her hips revealing her long toned legs as she walked. A pair of strappy heeled sandles helped make the most of her legs as well. Choosing a matching halter she smiled at herself as she tied the strings behind her neck. The top fully covered her breasts but dipped low revealing nearly all of her back and stopped about two inches above the top of the skirt baring a strip of her toned belly and the winking of her belly ring.Her favorite thing about the top however was that it revealed the dragon tattoo that flew high on her right shoulder.

Hearing the honking of her friends car she snatched up her purse and headed out the door. They wanted to hit some place that Sam had heard of called "The Painted House". Sam had heard the place had a reputation for being unique and slightly naughty but no one had told him more than that so now they were all trooping out there. If it was boring they'd just leave.

Reaching the club Sam parked his car while the girls made their way inside. Instantly Autumn liked the vibe in the palce. It was dark and should have been slightly creepy but there seemed to a thrumming in the air that oozed sex. Making her way to the bar she looked around trying to find a bartender, she didn't just want a drink, she wanted to know if the place was hiring.

 

[Fanged_Death]

OOC: First off, Welcome to:

RedHairedandFriendly, my compliments, one post and you've already painted a picture I can't get out of my mind.

NaughtyHogwarts You've a gritty character, one I think will fit in perfectly with the sinister under current I'm hoping will float through the thread (Also welcome to the Lit, it looks like you've just joined us?)

and caela, don't delete a single word! Thank You for joining us, your bio is excellent and your statement of tastes is more than agreeable as well.

 

[Fanged_Death]

IC:

"Virgin?"

John met Dave's eyes and studied him carefully. Dave had paid him the fee with just the right amount of hesitation, enough to tell John it was his own money and not some firm he had stolen it from, or some "agency" that had fronted it in order to set him up.


"You definately know what you want, I'll give you that, the woman you spoke of hasn't been competely "indoctrinated" yet, though she is a rare peice."

John had harbored thoughts of breaking Sherry in himself, and yet here stood a chance to turn a large and tidy profit, with a minimal investment.

"Fifty Grand, Cash, half in the morning if you agree, the other half on delivery."

The amount raised Dave's eyebrows and it seemed to be his turn to study John, his eyes growing intent and yet showing no hostility.

"I need one day to verify she is "unattached" and also to arrange "transport", I never make delivery at the club but will instead bring the package to any location you desire, within reason."

John explained and lowered himself to his chair.

"You're guarnteed total anonymity and the people I use are professionals, in my business there is zero tolerance for mistakes or anything that threatens my clients."

A monitor was recessed in the face of the desk and John watched it with one eye as he waited for Dave to think it over, two people of interest had arrived and a message was flashing in the corner that his partner was in her office as well.

"You can mull it over until ten a.m. if you'd like, after which time I retract the offer but will keep the table open to other choices from you, what would you like to do?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Marrianne pressed the buzzer under her desk and the voice of another came across the intercom.

“Yes, Ms. Morgan.”

“My appointment is downstairs. Female, six foot, blue eyes, goes by the name of River...” she replied.

“Oh yes, I see them on the screen. I’ll have her sent up.”

“Thank you,” she answered back and turned to the computer screen to begin typing in a list of potential clients’ credit card and debit numbers. It would only take till morning to get the information she needed. John kept a very nice, attractive computer nerd on the payroll and she knew they’d have addresses and phone numbers as well as bank balances on each one, back to her by sunrise. John paid that well.

She spun her office chair around and slid her hands down her legs, rubbing her calf muscles and releasing any tension she had from walking on the stilettos. The six inch heels helped to carry off long legs that were often admired by the gentleman of the club and some ladies, but she mainly wore them for herself. She did enjoy the sexiness of them; John did too... but John enjoyed many things, as did Marrianne, many things that others found a bit odd.

Rising she walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a glass of orange juice. She didn’t bother splashing it with anything, but instead kept the cool refreshing liquid in the crystal goblet all by itself and made her way back to her desk.

She enjoyed her alcohol sparingly... she’d learned along time ago to not mix business with alcohol consumption. There had been a time long ago when she was tricked into drinking a very potent concoction. The man had told her it was a special blend of fruits and it was, but it was also a cocktail of erotic drugs that had her wet, horny, and at his command. She kinda missed that man, but not the odd drink he fed her... it and he had become an addiction.

Marrianne settled back into her chair and watched the feed from the various cameras that surrounded the place. Her eyes focused on John and hers newest buyer and then she saw another interesting face on the screen... a woman that looked to be a prime test for River to show off her skills.

 

[jmt7968]

I mulled over it only a few minutes, and figured Ill go ahead and do it.. 50 grand for a tight virgin pussy and nice little virgin ass. I would make the girl my whore...

"Deal" I said getting out my check book. "Although this is definately the most expensive piece of ass, Ill probably ever have." I said, and chuckled knowing that the money was coming from a company fund.

"Now to set up delivery, I will get a hotel room at the Regency, and will be there tommorow at 2:00 pm sharp.."

I saw a look of understanding and I figured the deal was done....

 

[Erotic_Beauty]

Beth watched from the street and studied the comings and goings of the men and women of the club. She’d been eyeballing it for a few days now. There was a lot of money coming in and out and as the sweat on her palms increased, something told her she'd score big tonight. Her palms never lied.

Her eyes locked on a target and she moved quietly up to them, in less then a heartbeat the gentleman’s wallet was in her hand and she was slipping back into the dark. Her fingers dipped into the folded leather and extracted the cash, before flipping the other contents and the wallet itself into the large garbage bin.

She counted out the bills, one at a time and then tucked them into her bra. Yes - he had been loaded. Her brown eyes were more than satisfied with what she took and she moved back around the corner. She had avoided the camera and would have continued to if it hadn’t been for the “bump” someone gave her.

Beth Trent looked up and stared into the lens, shrugged her shoulders and continued on. The camera would show a small girl about five foot, four, wearing jeans and a sweater. Her brown hair was cut short in a sassy style and for distinguishing features all they would see was a small scar on her temple. The tattoo of a butterfly was quietly hidden at the small of her back and the little black rose one was nestled between her bosom.

With a confident step she headed back to her small apartment and tucked her money in the Mason jar on the counter. She’d go back tomorrow night and wear her punk clothes.

 

[hazel43]

Apologies to all. I was bored.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

OOC: Don't get in a big hurry for morning please. We still have caela to include and a scene with River as well as my character was going to interact with Hamilton. I just wanted you to know why your door isn't going to be answered very fast.

 

[NaughtyHogwarts]

"Mrs. Morgan will see you now?' A voice said to her left.
River turned and looked a the speaker with a bored look on her face. This was a pion. She had no intrest in what they thought at this moment. River watched as she was looked over. An evil grin crossed her face. River knew what she looked like to everyone around her. Dressed from head to toe in black, with a whip for a belt. River wondered if she would be checked for weapons. River smashed the cigar she had been smoking during her wait in the ashtray beside her. She pushed away from the bar. "Lead the way." She ssaid mockingly. She smiled as she walked and the hidden "treasures" moved with her.
River entered the room and loked the woman inside up and down. Not bad looking, River thought. River wondered what she liked and what it would take to break her. She looked like a screamer. River liked when they screamed.
Looking bored, River pulled out a cigar and lit it, all the while watching for Morgan's reaction.
"Well, either Mal's going loco or I'm being screened. The body said your name is Morgan. The name's River. No last name you need to know about. So what's it to be sweetheart? Need somebody broken in? Or do you need some knee's cracked? Or do you just need to have a good time? Cause, I can do anything. Wonder if the same can be said of you?" River took a seat and placed her booted feet on the chair beside her and waited. Morgan would asker her to more than likely do one of those three things. Everyone did.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Marrianne studied the woman before her, raised one brow and pointed to the computer screen. “I want her.”

The screen showed a woman of great beauty with sunstreaked hair and a tight form.

“She’s stalking the bar like she’s looking for someone or something. Now. . .this is how we work. You can go down there dressed as you are and fuck up your first job. Or you can change clothes, march down there, pretend to be the bartender, make some light banter and then see what she wants.”

She turned back and pushed her chair away from the desk. “There are different clubs in this building. We have different styles, different tastes. You haven’t been hired for anything yet... I would suggest if you do wish to work here, you show me your skills at persuasion... the kind of a delicate matter first. Let’s see if your more talented then your speech suggests. There are clothes in the dressing room down the hall and to your left.”

Marianne rose up and walked around her desk. She opened the door and tilted her head. “AS far as what I like. . . I can promise you this, River. . .you’ll never find out. Now, go show me how talented you are. I want a name, age, phone number, I want her life story before she leaves this bar. Sell yourself to her, because right now... I'm not impressed.”

 

[lushlips18]

Maricelli Quintanas
21 years old
5'3"/110 lbs
Black hair
Blue eyes
Slender with a jlo booty
slave

Maricelli looked down at the card in her hands and back up at the building. The address was the same and from the outside seemed like any other bar she had been too. A friend of hers told her she should check out this spot and normally she woudln't have thought about it but since all her friends had gone back home for the summer from school she had nothing else to do.

"Might as well", she said to herself with a shrug as she slowly made her way in looking around.