Home Invasion (PM for invite)

[wintersfanatic]

WARNING: This thread will feature heavy non-consensual sex. If this kind of RP isn't your cup of tea, turn back now

What I'm looking for is for someone to play the role of Alicia's rapist. If you're interested then send me a PM and we'll work out the details.



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Name: Alicia Thompson
Age: 18

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Alicia finally had the entire house to herself! Her parents had won a weekend vacation on a cruise ship, and they decided that their teenage daughter was more than capable of handling herself for a few days while they were away. They knew she would most likely end up throwing a party while they were gone, so they said that as long as she got the place cleaned up by the time they returned... it'd be fine. No harm, no foul.

"We'll leave our numbers in case you need to call us."

"Mom... you're only going away for like three days. I'll be fine," Alicia said, trying her best to shoo her parental figure out the door as quickly as possible and into the car where her father was already waiting.

After they had said their goodbyes, Alicia retreated back into the house to relax. She wasn't going to have the party tonight, rather she'd have it tomorrow when more of her older friends would be free and home from school. After changing into a pair of jeans and a black shirt that showed off a great deal of her exceptionally large breasts, Alicia began lounging around the house until it grew darker and darker outside. A raging storm was on its way, and that meant no going out tonight.

"Great," Alicia muttered to herself as the first drops of rain began falling. She closed as many windows as she could, but she didn't bother locking all the doors. They lived in a pretty safe neighborhood, and the most 'shocking' crime as of late was when a group of younger teenagers had thrown some rocks at an abandoned warehouse. So after ordering some pizza for dinner, Alicia retreated to her living room and turned on the T.V while she waited for the delivery guy. She mindlessly flipped through the channels and periodically checked her cellphone, shooting out a few texts now and then as the storm outside grew worse and worse.

Every so often the lights would flicker, but thankfully they didn't go off completely.

"Seriously, how long does it take to deliver a fucking pizza?" she grumbled to herself, once more idly flipping through the channels while she waited.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Jesse pulled the old pick up truck to a sauntering halt, the pizza bag in his passenger seat emanating the now sickening stench of cheese, meat and oil. Hard rock blared from the busted speakers, a fittingly angry soundtrack to match the simmering rage of the driver. With cold dead eyes he surveyed the house that he assumed was his drop off point.

With careless resentment he rolled the toothpick around his mouth, as though if he glared long enough the rain would stop by force of will alone, granting him dry passage to the door.

He sighed and switched the truck off, the blasting of the music replaced with the slightly less deafening hammer of rain on the roof. With a resigned heave he grabbed the bag, kicked open his door and stepped out of the truck and into the elements.

It took less than than steps in the deluge for his long-ish hair to form twisted ropes, all seemingly designed to trail water down his face. By the time he had reached the front door, he was saturated completely through, the disgustingly yellow shirt that passed as his uniform stuck cloyingly to his broad and muscular chest, the undone buttons revealing the edges of his tatoos. He rung the doorbell and waited with bored indifference, figuring he was already soaked. He took the time to survey the neighbourhood properly for the first time, and couldn't help but resent the privileged lap of luxury these people lived in.

By the time the door had begun to open, his indifference had worn out, the cold beginning to bite.
With one hand he attempted to contain his unruly hair, "You order a pizza....?" The words dropped away at the site of the girl who answered the door, an amused smirk spread slowly across his lips. His eyes roved her up and down once, slowly taking in her long legs and tight jeans, and stopping for a rude amount of time on her exposed cleavage.

"Well hello there Missy," The hint of a southern drawl played at the edge of his words, his steel grey eyes finally meeting hers....

 

[wintersfanatic]

"Nah, he's like fifteen minutes late. I swear, I could have ordered like fifty pizza's and they would have told me twenty minutes. It's annoying as fuck," Alicia grumbled as she held her cellphone up to her ear. She was slouched back on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table, and for a while she just watched her toes wiggle around inside her socks while she talked to her friend Christy.

"So when are you heading up to Oswego?"

Even though there was no one in the room with her, Alicia nodded her head and then smiled. Her eyes flicked up towards the T.V. for a moment, but they soon returned to stare at her feet as they swayed this way and that.

"Yeah, I was up there the other week for orientation with Mark and Lisa. Those two are like fucking bunny rabbits, I'm surprised she's not fucking pregnant yet."

When the doorbell finally rang, Alicia quickly sat up and glanced towards the door.

"Hey look, food's finally here. I'll call back in a little bit."

After ending the call, Alicia stood up and as she walked over to the door she reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a few crumpled wads of bills. She pulled open the door and looked out at the washed-up delivery guy, whom despite being completely soaked and rather disheveled, was actually pretty handsome.

"You order a pizza....?"

And he had an accent! How cute.

"Yeah, how much?" Alicia asked as she started unfolding her cash. She pulled out a twenty and then looked up again just in time to catch him him staring at her chest. The young teen was certainly gifted in that department, and the dark shirt she wore made her fleshy tits seem even more prominent against her chest.

"Well hello there Missy."

Alicia rolled her eyes and thrust out her hand with the wrinkled bill in it.

"Ugh. Here. Just keep the change," she said, eager to get her pizza from the soaked pervert so that she could shut the door and then lock it.