Block 421 (open for females)

Apartment 901

I hardly managed to gasp a “oh god please no no!” before the pair of scissors he produced cut into my white jeans and his hands just ripped them apart. I wanted to scream, I needed to scream. Why couldn’t I?? Instead my silly submissive voice just moaned feeble protests as my jeans were torn to shreds.

I looked at his face again. It was absurd that I at this point saw how good-looking he was. Why the fuck was I thinking that? Maybe I was still seeking a hope, that he wasn’t as evil as his behavior?
 
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Apartment 700

Alexia was straining so hard to hear what was happening inside Apartment 700 that she wasn't paying attention to anything going on outside the apartment. It didn't help that the wine from dinner had hit her by this time.

So, when the elevator dinged to let someone off, she didn't hear it. When a couple of men came into view she jumped and tried to hide what she was doing. As they came closer, they slowed and looked at her puzzled.

She nervously put her hand on the knob and twisted it, hoping the two inside were still going at it and wouldn't notice.. "I locked myself out, " she said in explanation.

"You need to use my phone to call somebody?"

Alexia shook her head no and held up her phone. "Already did." Her voice sounded loud in her own ears and then she sighed loudly and slumped dramastically against the door to give the impression to the men she was really inconvenienced by this stupid mistake.

She really, really hoped 700 wasn't listening. She might think someone was breaking in. She didn't need someone shooting her thinking she was a would-be thief.
 
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Apartment 901

Finally I had her jeans off. She was still wearing her white thong, I decided to keep it that way - for a moment. But I grabbed her between the legs, feeling her snatch through her panties. I rubbed my finger over her spread lips. "Feeling good - but I want to see a bit more for all that money." I started ripping her top apart, no need to cut it up.
 
Apartment 700

I heard the bump against the door. Nobody ringing, but I would have a look through the spy. I checked first that Olivia was secured probably. Her feet and ankles were cuffed, the upper cuff fixed to the radiator. The ballgag was firm and blocked her mouth. I left the dildo sticking deep in her arse as I got up and looked through the spy. What a surprise! I thought quickly. I put some rope behind the door, but I didn't bring an extra gag. But I picked up olivias panties and a scarf and put it beside the ropes. Silently I turned the doorknob, so the door would open if she pressed against it.
 
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Alexia had slumped against the door. As soon as she went to stand upright, more of her weight shifted against the door and before she knew what was happening, the door had opened and she fell backwards into the apartment.

She was too surprised to make a sound as she fell or when she was grabbed suddenly and pulled into the dark apartment. The door was quickly shut and dead bolted, leaving Alexia more stunned than she’d ever been in her life. She blinked repeatedly, trying to figure out what was happening and panicking.

Her first instinct was to apologize for whatever had just happened. “Oh, I – I –I’m so sorry…” her voice trailed off as her gaze fell on the tear-streaked girl who had been cuffed and tied naked to the radiator. Something was protruding out of her ass. A ball gag stifled her frantic cries and her wide eyes suddenly jerked from Alexia to focus on something behind her.

Alexia hadn’t even turned around yet when she heard a male voice speak from behind her.
 
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Apartment 700
I quickly closed the door and got behind Alexia, putting my hand over her mouth and putting my knee on her back. As she stammered, I pushed olivias pants into her mouth to shut her up, while I reached for the scarf.
 
Alexia reacted the way anyone would. She struggled and kicked and flailed but she was still disoriented from her wine and the sheer shock of what happening to her.

It didn't really matter that she didn't have a plan, she was too panicked to regrouped. She bit at him and tried to claw at his face, but she knew it was a losing battle.
 
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Apartment 901

His unwanted fingers exploring me between my legs sent a shockwave right through my body. “No please no..” I begged. I was unspeakably ashamed I wasn’t dry from this sexual assault, I swore at my own body for not doing what it should when attacked. His fingers found my clitoris (faster than my ex-husband ever did, which made it even worse), and I became wetter still.

My top was ripped apart in a flash. I attempted a scream, which came out again as a feeble yelp. Fear and submission had paralyzed my vocal chords.

Did he say money?? What fucking money?? What.. was this..?
 
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Apartment 700

(Please do not write my part.)

Apartment 901

"But I have to check that tits first, to see if I got my money worth."
I started fondling her breasts, after I had ripped off her top. They felt good, but I needed to see them, so I tore off Sannas bra and threw it away.
"Not bad. I admit she never dissappointed me yet, did she." I grabbed Sanna's tits with both hands and started to knead and squeeze them.
 
Apartment 901

What the fuck... Having my top and bra ripped off, his hands all over my breasts was almost secondary to his words.. what fucking money? And what.. who.. who never disappointed him.?? My mind raced, I looked up at his face, his eyes, closer now.

"No.. please.. you can't... oh.."

Fear was still inhibiting my ability to scream, when it should be doing the exact opposite. I looked down over my spreadeagled body, only the thong still on, my legs securely tightened. This psycho's hands kept massaging my breasts. He wasn't violent. And in my situation, I chalked it up as positive. But, yet again my body let me down, as I could both feel and see my nipples grow, getting harder. No!

"No please... you... oh.. god no..." It seemed it was all I could express.
 
Apartment 901

I stopped groping her tits and moved my hands down, hooking my finger into her thong. I pulled, and with a loud cracking sound, it ripped apart, exposing her private parts. I moved my finger over her pussy, finding her wet already.
"I knew... all of them liked it. You are all frauds."
I suddenly pushed my finger into her, fast and deep. I circled and fingered her, then I put in another finger, spreading her lips. Then I shoved both fingers in again, giving her a rough fingerfuck while I groped her breast with my other hand.
 
Apartment 700

I put a knee on Alexia's back, while I wrapped the scarf around her lower face, Olivias pants still stuffed in her mouth, too. This would gag her for sure. I used the ropes to hogtie her, despite her struggling. Then I dragged alexia over to Olivia and put her beside her.
"Say, say, now I have two fuck toys. And one of them got delivered by herself."
 
Apartment 901

"Please no what are you doing??"

I saw my thong (150$ Nancy Meyer's, my only expensive pair) tear to shreds. And now my assailant touched me.. there.. My body the traitor betraying me again. How the fuck could I be moist??

'Frauds..?' What.. is he.. god, is he.. I looked up at him again, and his facial expression was meaner now. Did he hate me? Is that why? Did I know him..?

My trail of thoughts were brutally interrupted by his two fingers in me, making me wetter and wetter as he fucked me hard with them. I heard the sound of my pussy slopping and sloshing. It embarrassed me so much.
 
Appartment: 235


Name: Jessica Jacobs
Profession: Restaurant owner
Age: 40
Looks: Red straight hair, curvey build, but not overweight, 5ft2, bra size 34D, eye colour- green. White, but still has a slight all over tan from her last holiday she took with her boyfriend. A picture of which is attached to the fridge. No glasses.
Style: wears pencil skirts, tight white shirts and sensible shoes for work, otherwise slacks and pullover. She wears white lace underwear, the bra is hooked at the front.
Hobbies: She is an aspiring author who is trying to write a romance novel. But she has writers block and stuck on chapter three and has been for about a week.
Other info: Lives alone, but has a boyfriend out of state that sometimes comes over for the weekend. But the sex is always vanilla.
She has a draw next to the bed with a remote control vibrator that is still in it’s packaging and a dildo vibrator that only occasionally gets used and when she does use it’s only ever on the bed.




Jessica arrives home from work and kicks off her shoes. She moves over to the sofa and turns on the tv.

“I really need to get a job, one where i’m not on my feet all day.” she mutters to herself.

As she sits there she wriggles, sliding her pantyhose down, leaving her shaved legs bare. She then begins rubbing her feet. Once her feet feel relatively normal again, she goes into the kitchen and washes her hands. She then begins looking in her fridge and cupboards, trying to decide what to cook for her dinner. Her blouse tightens around her as she stretches to reach into a cupboard to get a glass bowl. Frustrated by the restriction, she pulls her blouse out of the waist of her skirt. Her back is to the door as she begins grating the cheese.
 
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Olivia continued squirming, casting her eyes on Alexia who was now lying bound beside her. Olivia's scarlet red lace panties dangled out of the stranger's lips.

Olivia shifted and the dildo in her ass moved, stimulating her in a new way. She moaned again and her body tensed. Her eyes traveled over to their attacker, studying him. Olivia was a prostitute, but she was no unwilling sex toy. And she couldn't allow Alexia to suffer the same fate.
 
Apartment 901

I pulled my fingers out, as Sanna was all wet now. Ready for it. I opened my pants and got my huge, hard dick out. I picked a preservative from my pocket and put it on.
"And you all get the same treatment. No use denying you want it so hard."
I started climbing on the bed.
 
Apartment 700

"Getting jealous? You'll get your's, too." I slapped Olivia's butt but turned offer to Alexia. I picked up the glasses she had lost and put them on her face again. Stripping her while she was in a hogtie would be difficult, so I took my knife and started cutting off her clothes. I took care not to cut her, as this wasn't my intention, even if she did not know it.
 
Apartment number: 492

Name of character: Lisa Colburne
Profession: Unemployed
Age: 36
Looks: Brunette, petite, height 5ft 1,, bra size 32C, eye color: blue, style: summer dresses, race: White, complexion: Pale skin, glasses:for reading, her husband shaves her pubic area for her as that’s the way he likes it.

Anything else: Lisa lives in the complex with her husband. He is an accountant in the city and leaves at 5am in the morning but often doesn’t return until about 7pm or just before. During the day Lisa spends her time keeping the apartment neat, reading and watching tv and sometimes going out to have coffee with her female friends. She also has a running machine in the apartment which she uses on a regular basis, as well as an exercise mat, to keep fit and trim.




Lisa looks at the clock, she knows her husband won’t be home for another four hours.

She moves to the bedroom where she puts on her leggings and her sports bra and then begins doing her warm up exercises. She begins with stretching, her arms reaching upward, pushing her breasts out and then she leans forward, bending at the waist, keeping her legs straight. She repeats this several times until she is satisfied she’s warmed up enough.

Lisa goes over to the the tv, inserting a CD disc and follows the floor exercises along with the instructor. She raises and lowers her leg and bends her body as instructed by the trainor on the tv.

Part way through, she pauses, taking a sip of water from her water bottle. A trickle of water escapes and trickles down her neck.
 
Appartment: 235

Jessica makes herself a cheese omelette and takes it to eat in the living room. Once she's finished she leaves her plate on the living room table and moves over to her computer.

"Now where was I? Ah, chapter 3. Marco takes Tessa in his arms and he...... he whats? Takes her to bed? Hits her over the head with a frying pan?

Jessica spends the next hour at the computer trying to write her book. She types and deletes every time. Eventually she gives up and takes her plate into the kitchen, leaving it to be washed tomorrow, then makes her way to the bedroom.

She undresses and puts on a silk, knee length nightie. Uses the bathroom, then slips beneath the covers of her bed and drifts off to sleep.
 
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Apartment number: 289


Name of character: Dr. Tina Wycombe
Profession: Medical Doctor
Age: 30
Looks: Hair color: Mousy brown, body type: Slim, but doesn’t look anaemic, height 5ft 6, bra size 32D , eye color green, style: Skirt and blouses or t-shirts, race: white, complexion: pale from working long hours and not enough sun. glasses: black framed glasses for work and wears contact lenses out of work

Anything else: Tina has a bag of medical equipment in case of emergencies. It contains a stethoscope, cuff and pump for taking blood pressure, painkillers, muscle relaxants, a couple of straps for cutting off circulation, white lab coat and other assorted items.




It was just gone six in the evening when Tina arrived home from work. The first thing she did was to kick off her shoes and put her bag down by the sofa in the living room. She then went to her bedroom to undress and collect some clean clothes. Naked, she moved to the bathroom, wanting to clean herself after dealing with germ ridden patients, some of whom thought it was okay to cough all over her.

She took off her glasses and placed them on the bathroom shelf before climbing into the shower, which was a standard small square with glass panels. It didn’t take her long to find the right water temperature and begin washing her hair and body. The heat of the shower began misting the bathroom up.
 
Apartment 901

It happened so fast, suddenly my assailant was on the bed, his pants down and a hard, big cock hanging there getting closer to me. I hadn't seen such a big thing since.. no.. not even his was this large.

He put on a condom, and he said something about me wanting it hard - I had difficulty taking it all in when confronted.. So he was going to fuck me. Rape me. I started sobbing.

"But please no, I'll do anything, do you want more money?? God.. no... shit.. no.."

For a moment I had a flash of a memory from the only time I cheated on my ex-husband, with a man.. who had fucked me rough. How I had cum.. It only served to fill me with even more dread. I didn't want that to happen again. How could I ever forgive myself if my rapist made me orgasm?? No please no...
 
Apartment 901

I laughed. "Pay me money? More then Angie? Oh. no. You will pay the way like the others."
I plunged forward and dropped myself on her, thrusting my cock right into her. She was wet and her legs spread by the leather straps, so I had no difficulties going in deep in the first thrust. I pushed so hard that my cock went in all the way, my balls hitting her crotch. I wouldn't give her a break and started fucking her hard and fast right away.
 
Apartment 235

Jessica wakes up, she’s not due at the restaurant until half ten, so enjoys a lie in. She takes a book from her bedside cabinet, arranges her pillows behind her, so she’s comfortable and begins reading. Every now and again her eyes slide to her alarm clock, checking the time, so she won’t be late for work.





Apartment 492

After her exercises, Lisa moves to the bathroom and strips down before getting in the shower. Her exercises had made her hot and she wanted to be clean for when her husband comes home. She keeps the shower short. After the shower she puts on a bathrobe and moves to her bedroom in search of clean clothing.




Apartment 289

Once Tina has finished her shower she quickly dresses in her jeans and a loose fitting blue top. She’s not planning on going out, so doesn’t worry about putting her bra back on.

Tina walks to the kitchen. She’s not in the mood to cook, so looks in her freezer and digs out a microwave meal which she heats up. She then takes it into the other room to eat. Once she’s finished eating she settles down in front of the television with a coffee and watches a romcom film.
 
Apartment 235

Opening the door to Jessica's apartment without was no problem at all. I moved silently into her kitchen, taking a large knife from a drawer. Then I opened the tab a little and put a pot under it. Then I hid at the side of the door. If she would come in, looking for the dripping tab, she would not see me right away.
 
Apartment 235

Drip ......drip ......drip....

Jessica looks up annoyed, the sound of dripping coming from the kitchen ruining her immersion in the book. She places her book on the table and throws off the bed covers and makes her way to the kitchen in search of the source of her irritation.

Jessica enters the kitchen, looking neither left or right and heads directly to the sink.
 
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