Block 421 (open for females)

[wickedpen]

Joan takes the glass with shaking hands. She holds it and looks in the mirror at the man and realizes this may be her only chance. She cracks the glass as she spins and forces the stem of the broken glass into his neck. She steps away from him as blood floods his hand as he falls to the ground.
Joan pulls off the gag and throws it at him. "Fuck you!" she runs to the kitchen and grabs her phone and dials 911 as she grabs one of her chef knives. She cowers into a corner with her knife extended as the operator answers...

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

Apartment 769
Alexia Firestone
Profession: Psychologist
34
Alexia has medium to dark brown hair depending on the light and gray-blue eyes. She wears dark-rimmed glasses and is friendly and outgoing. She is originally from the South and has a light accent and slightly husky voice. She wears carefully coordinated outfits and although she is 5'4, she always seems much taller as she wears no less than a 4-inch heel when she leaves her apartment. Her personality isn't the only thing about her that is perky: she is a 34C and hits the gym regularly to keep her rear in shape.

Alexia works as a psychologist and studied at the same university Dr. Winterberg attended. She now works with homeless people and abandoned youth.

Alexia is living in a two-bedroom apartment alone now that her brother, John, left without so much a word. He stays with her occasionally but has a drug problem and has vanished from her life off and on for months or years at a time.

 

[Forthinu]

Apartment 769

I'd checked out Alexia's background, like I did with all potential targets in my block. So naturally I got aware of her drug problem, which inspired me for a plan. Creating forged papers wasn't difficult to me. This time I would not sneak in. After careful preparations, I went to her door and rang. I wore an official suit, fake glasses and a bag with my equipment.

 

[RennyStyle]

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Apartment number: 700
Name of character: Olivia Rey
Profession: Officially a masseuse. Unofficially, a prostitute.
Age: 25
Looks; Long black hair, fit body, 5'4", 115 pounds with plump 34B breasts. Vietnamese-American, a few freckles across her face and shoulders. Sometimes uses reading glasses, but is usually seen in Coco Chanel sunglasses when frequenting the shops at the base of the building.

Olivia Rey returned to her apartment after an intense double session with clients. While her work day hadn't exhausted her too badly, she was happy to be done and was ready to take a bath and enjoy the afternoon. She had requests for her company tonight, and decided she would take a bath while she decided which man she would agree to.

She stripped out of her black dress and removed her make up as her large tub began filling with hot water.

 

[Forthinu]

Apartment 700

As I heard the water in the bathroom, I decided to leave my hideout in her living room. It was almost a joke - I had waited just sitting behind the couch. I realized that it wasn't difficult to prepare that one. Nobody would be suspicious even if someone heard some noise in her room. Her profession wasn't really that secret. I waited some moments until I was sure she was in the tub. I opened the door and walked right into the bathroom.

 

[RennyStyle]

Olivia dropped her blackberry into the water at the sight of the towering figure in the bathroom doorway. She gasped and backed into the corner as he approached her. She owned a gun, but kept it in her bedside table. She didn't think to keep a weapon in the bathroom.

 

[Forthinu]

Apartment 700

"Better have a look for your phone." I grabbed her long black hair and pushed her head under water. I didn't want to drown her, as I had no intention to do her any physical harm, but she wouldn't knew that. So I pulled her up to let her gasp some air, before I pushed her down again.

 

[RennyStyle]

Emerging from the water, Olivia took in a lungful of air, gasping, unaware that her head would be going under again. She was forced down and thrashed helplessly, she didn't bother to look for her phone, but her kicking feet found it as it floated to the far corner of the tub. It was useless there, but it gave her an idea. When she was lifted up again, she took the opportunity and kicked upwards, her foot connecting hard with his shoulder and knocking him off balance. Olivia took the opportunity to pull her wet body out of the tub and try to get into the living room.

 

[Forthinu]

Apartment 700

I stumbled backwards, as she kick me. That bitch! She was already in the living room as I got up again. But i wasn't to late, as I jumped forward and tackled her. We fell down on the carpet. She was lying face down, but unharmed, while I was on top of her, my crotch on her backside. I was growing hard while she was buried under me. I wondered if I should fix her, or give her a fuck right now and here. My bag with my tools wasn't far away, but i would have to get up to reach it. I decided to wait a few moments.

 

[RennyStyle]

Olivia struggled beneath him, trying to squirm out of him. She could feel his cock hardening against her ass.

She screamed out for help, but a hand quickly clasped over her mouth, muffling any sound. She thrashed harder.

 

[Forthinu]

Apartment 700

"You've asked for that." She was buried below me, and no matter how much she struggled, there was no way she could escape. While clasping her mouth, I opened my pants to release my throbbing cock. She was still wet from the water, and I was sure she wasn't a virgin - in any of her holes. I directed my dick to her anus and just pushed myself down on her - and into her.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Apartment 280.
Name: Sanna Karlsson.
Profession: Political scientist.
Age: 35.
Looks: Light reddish hair (like in the avatar), full body type with big hips and ass, but still athletic. B cup breasts. 175cm, 70kg. Blue eyes, caucasian. A conservative but feminine style, don't flaunt anything but it's hard to hide my ass and hips if I wear anything close to my skin - which I don't mind doing.

Divorced and decided to move in to the complex to escape my old life but also because I had heard good things about this experiment of having women live together. I am a feminist and have been active in different groups. I am hoping to make contact with like-minded women in here.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

700

It wasn’t like Alexia had been eavesdropping. She’d been walking by Apt 700 and had happened to hear what sounded like a muffled groan.

Ok, maybe she hadn’t been walking by. Maybe she had been right outside of 700’s door, trying to get the courage to knock when she heard the groan. Does this girl ever stop fucking? She thought to herself.

Everyone knew what 700 did to pay the bills. She hated to give to objectify women, but no one even knew 700’s name. She was just the one who fucked all day, every day. And Alexia had noticed 700 walked tall – she didn’t think 700 just did this for cash. She liked what she did.

Again, this was beside the point. Right now, Alexia needed a “refill.” She was out of oxy and was here to ask 700 if she had anything (or if it came to it, if she could score some). Alexia herself couldn’t risk anyone knowing about her little habit. She was, after all, respectable. But 700 – well, she had nothing to lose and Alexia would pay her well.

She had thought her brother would be able to score her some pills since he was back in town. She hadn’t seen him in months, but the other night, a note had been left for her in her apartment. It simply said, “Later.” She’d smelled a faint male scent and had been puzzled. Why had her brother come by only to leave a cryptic note? She wished he’d stayed. She’d been prepared to pay her brother well.*Very well, in fact.

She couldn’t make out what was going on the other side of the door. The noise did, however, remind her of something else. She needed to get laid. So Alexia stood there, straining to hear and suddenly she felt very hot.**After a few moments, she gave up and put her ear to the door, trying to ignore the tingle she felt.

 

[Forthinu]

Apartment 700

I pushed on, deeper and deeper, until my large cock was all the way down Olivia's ass. I kept in that position and managed to reach my bag with my free hand. It was about time I could use my hand. Wile I kept pinning the whore down with my weight, my cock impaling her ass deep, I got out the ballgag and forced it into her mouth, fastening it. Then I reached for the handcuffs.
I had no idea that another one of my targets was out there. She was the one who didn't hear me ring the day before, but I hadn't given up on her yet.

 

[Forthinu]

Apartment 280

I checked the photograph of Sanna Karlsson. I liked redheads. To bad for her shewasn't a a reddish blonde, because I would have ignored her then. I decided for a different twist for her. I wouldn't take her down in her own apartment, but in an apartment belonging to another woman that was far away on a international feminist meeting. I thought about that popular feminist that lived alone in Apartment 901, the only occupied room in that part of the building yet. No matter what I would do with Sanna, nobody would hear it. I went into Apartment 901 first and prepared everything in the bedroom first. Then I put some spiked water and a spiked wine on the table in the living room. I left the apartment and walked over to apartment 280, dropping a forged letter into Sanna's mailbox - an inivitation to visit a fellow feminist who was new in the apartment, too. I was sure the political scientiest would be familiar with the name and would feel quite fluttered by a private invitation. It would be quite a surprise, for sure.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

I got home from an interesting lunch with a woman with similiar experiences to my own. She was very open about how she had become an active feminist - it was a personal story about being abused as a teenager. Normally, these kinds of stories aren't what we want to hear - true feminism should come about through insights about society as a whole, not based on personal issues and wanting to use feminism as a vehicle for revenge. But her story touched me, all the same.

It reminded me of my own issues, and it made me a bit ashamed that I would pass judgement on her in my mind. I wasn't much better.

As a teenager and even as a college student, I would get constant remarks on the size of my ass. I had and have a great body, but yes I do have wide hips and a big butt and getting older I've learnt to appreciate myself for it. But boys (and young men) were ruthless. Name-calling, unwanted slaps to my backside in the corridors, sneers and catcalls. It helped form an opinion of men - as group mind you.

When I got back to my apartment and opened the door, there was a note on the floor. I picked it up and read a handwritten letter from... Angela Karovic! I had heard rumours that she had an apartment here, but I hadn't managed to find out more and my lunch date couldn't confirm it either.

To my utter surprise, Angela was inviting me to her apartment for a drink to chat about getting together a network in here - which was exactly what I had been hoping to do myself! How did she know about me? I wasn't a well-renowned activist, but sure - I'd had some articles published.. Oh well anyhow. What a great opportunity.

I knew Angela was a lesbian, and I myself had had a couple of pretty interesting bisexual experiences so I decided to make an effort before seeing her - I put on some extra makeup, fixed my hair and put on a pair of tight, white jeans and a white sheer top and also a white bra and a white little thong. God I looked like some kind of fucking angel all dressed in white. Well, perhaps a good thing? I smiled to myself in the mirror before walking over to Apartment 901 and knocking on the door.

 

[Forthinu]

Apartment 901

Things went well. So Sanna came, dressed pretty in white, and knocked at the door. I watched the scene through the spy in the opposite, still unrented room. The door opened, as it hasn't been closed. The redhead would find a note of Karovic on the table, telling her to sit down and help herself until she came back. I waited if she would go inside. I had planted a camera in there, so I would know if she would fall for the spiked drinks that should put her to sleep for some minutes.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

There was no answer. Should I feel the handle? It was pretty rude to do so, but I couldn't help myself. The door was open and I stepped inside, discreetly but clearly calling her name to see if maybe she was in the bathroom or something.

"Ms Karovic? It's Sanna Karlsson..."

No answer. I went to the living room area and caught my reflection in a huge mirror across one wall. God. Perhaps I'd overdone it, she would think I was after something completely different than a talk. And in all honesty, if she were to come on to me - I might not resist.. It had been a while now. I was certainly in the mood, if she was...

I turned my back to the mirror and studied my reflection over my shoulder. My white jeans cut deep between my ass cheeks. I hadn't worn them for a while, I probably should have chosen something less.. slutty. But, all the same, I did look nice...

On the table in front of the couch, there were two bottles, water and wine. And a note. It was from Angela saying that she would be back soon and I could help myself to a drink while I waited.

I sat down and poured myself a glass of white wine and took a sip. And another. It relaxed me nicely, I had been a bit nervous coming here. 10 minutes passed and I had drunk half a glass. It had started to affect me, which was a bit weird. It shouldn't. But there was nothing wrong with the taste, so I took another sip and looked up, suddenly feeling light-headed.. Oh... oh god.

 

[Forthinu]

Apartment 901

My trap had worked perfectly, Sanna was down and out. The drug would only work for some minutes, but that was time enough. I was quite sure nobody would disturb me - the only one who would come into this part of the building would be Ms. Karovic herself, and she went for that meeting. And I was informed about everybody who would have a look at the free flats. Nevertheless, I left a small camera with a motion tracker in the hall, so I would be warned in any case. I got into the apartment and picked Senna up. She wasn't exactly a lightweight, but I liked her proportions. I carried her over to the bedroom and put her down on the bed, face up. I only took off her shoes, I would deal with her clothes later. Then I spread her arms and legs and fixed them to the prepared leatherstraps. No need to gag her here. I sat back and waited.

 

[RennyStyle]

Olivia screamed through the ballgag, thrashing helplessly on her hardwood floor. Her assailant had left her in that state, ballgagged and handcuffed to her radiator. She kicked, trying to reach a side table with her foot, but everything was too far away.

She screamed again, hoping someone might be able to hear her. She didn't know that Alexia was on the other side of the door, listening in.

The nude woman continued, terrified that her assailant might return.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

I woke up in apartment 901. The ceiling was moving, circling above me. I closed my eyes and opened them again, and the ceiling had slowed down. The drowsiness was heavy but eased everytime I closed and opened my eyes.

What's up with my arms.. and legs?? Oh.. what the fuck... I looked to the side first, and could actually see that my hands were bound to the bedposts without reacting appropriately to the fact. It took the whole of five seconds for me to come round. I looked down in shock, to find my feet bound the same way. In a cross I was lying on the bed. Two seconds later I understood it wasn't my bed and yes I was still in Angelas apartment.

I looked down, to beyond the bed, trying to focus on things further away. A grey shadow sitting down on a chair started to form, and then... clearer. A man. A smiling man. Sitting there looking at me.

Mother of god what the... Oh no. Please no.

 

[Forthinu]

Apartment 700

(He didn't leave. The scene with Sanna in apartment 901 isn't the same timeline, so I edit my post a little to make it fix.)

I kept pushing my cock in and out of her ass until I felt my balls almost bursting and emptied my seemen deep into her rectum. I pulled out and went into the bathroom, leaving her on the floor. When I returned, I saw her trashing on the floor, squealing through the ballgag. I slapped her ass hard. "Don't do that." I took another pair of cuffs and cuffed her ankles together. I looked around in the room and found a large dildo. She deserved something even bigger or her cunt, but it was just right for her ass. "And you better listen if I tell you something." Without warning, I rammed the dildo down her abused butt. I still had no idea that another woman that was on my list, too, was standing outside.

 

[Forthinu]

Apartment 901
The redhead awoke, time to start the fun. I didn't bother to talk to her. I just moved over to the bed and started fondling her. She was still dressed, but groping her butt and her tits through her tight jeans and the sheer top felt very good. I felt my cock stirring already, but her cunt would have to wait a bit longer.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Apartment 901

The male figure got up and approached me.

"Who the hell are you..? What is this?? Let me go! Now!"

I wanted to sound aggressive and fearless - but heard my voice sound submissive and pleading. So this was it? Finally I would experience first-hand the worst of things?

The male didn't answer me, and I tried to find something in his face, in his eyes, that would tell me it would be OK. That he wouldn't hurt me. But mostly he looked expressionless.

No he didn't say anything at all, instead he put his hands on me, grabbing at my breasts and ass.

"Oh please no.. stop..."

With my chest heaving deeply, I ran out of breath to say anything more, as his hands continued to more aggressively grope me.

 

[Forthinu]

Apartment 901

I had to chuckle as I heard her pleading. So much for your strength and independence... But it was about time to reveal that voloptous body. I got the large scissors and started to cut off her jeans. I teared the cut pieces off, eager to see her thong.