The Complex (Open RPG)

[Mister_Marlowe]

Welcome to the Complex: an ostensibly abandoned sexual research facility in the not-too-distant future, located in the middle of the desert, a hundred miles from anywhere. The facility was self-sustaining in its prime, and with water supplied by a deep series of wells and sustenance provided by a dozen next-generation food synthesizers located at various structural hubs. Following a worldwide war the facility was cut-off from the outside world entirely. Some of the original staff (and research subjects) fled, some stayed.

The Complex's power system will burn quietly for a thousand years unattended, but in some sectors the peripheral wiring has begun to fail, making for some very dark places. The "survivors" have splintered into countless factions and private enclaves, some loners, some rogues, all with their own purposes for staying. There are 13 levels, only 2 above ground, over 20 miles of hallways, and hundreds of rooms of varying sizes and configurations. What goes on there? Who comes? Who goes? These are the stories we will play out here.

Rules: Very few. Follow Literotica's general rules of decency (which are few) and legality (which are few but FIRM). Feel free to craft you own, independent posts, about your own characters, and add to the mythology of the Complex. Or coordinate with others and begin an interactive story. We'd appreciate you don't spam the place up with random content, of course, but beyond that there is no permission needed to play out your fantasies in the Complex.

One rule, however, is sacrosanct: Your tale cannot destroy the Complex, or bring the outside world back into order. Everything beyond the desert is a mystery that will remain mysterious. Inside the Complex, however, all is bared.

 

[Mister_Marlowe]

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[Mister_Marlowe]

Character: Rake
Gender: Male
Sexuality: At the moment, kind of open…

“I am naked and erect on the floor of an observation room in Sub-D, one of a hundred such rooms where in the Complex’s heyday the researchers would look on with their clipboards and cameras and… study us. Believe me, I was not one of those who was sad to see the old paradigm go, because at least during normal operations I was given a steady stream of partners to play with, and now…

Now I am curled in the dark, and my erection has been pulsing with need for six hours, and nobody has come near. The only light comes from a glowing ring in the wall, and it casts a blue-green glow over my taut, sweat-beaded body. I have clothing—I have a whole routine of survival, even. But I made the mistake of finding, quite accidentally, a box of syringes and a vial of whatever wonder drug the researchers had concocted just before everything went to hell.

And I’m terribly bored. And curiousity was spreading its legs for me. The needle felt good, going into the crook of my thigh, and the buzzing, pleasant sensation that spread through me allowed me a few moments to think “This was such a good idea.”

But whatever it was, it’s narrowed my desire, specified the means of my release. My hand isn’t good enough for this drug. My brain needs to fuck someone, and or be fucked by, and my body won’t be satisfied until that condition is met. Until then, I am gripped in the aqua glow, turgid and aimlessly dripping. I just… I just need one other soul to venture by. A mouth. A pussy. Anything.

This is what I get for picking an isolated sector for my den… “

 

[Mister_Marlowe]

Character: Viv
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pan

There are times she misses having hair… in the lower levels, if a sector’s climate controls have shorted out, the temperature can be almost frigid. And the deeper you go, the fewer and farther between are the dangers—near the surface, you have to deal with the Queen.

So she delves. Last week (or maybe it was a month ago, difficult to know as time fades and vanishes down there) she encountered a trio of truly bestial men roaming Sub-G with a maintenance cart full of horrors. They were easy to avoid but a grim reminder that not everyone who survives in the Complex has pleasure in mind. When she found one of their victims awhile later, she made up her mind to hunt them down.

On the upside, having no hair makes it easier to clean off the gore…

That was a bad time for Viv, and she tries to forget about it while Wanda kisses her way slowly down Viv’s ribs.

“How long have I known you now?” Viv asks through a raspy breath. She hasn’t been well lately, but that is another worry for another time.

“I’d say, fifteen minutes,” Wanda replies between kisses. She has amazing hands, the fingers of a masseuse, and they are already working Viv into a building frenzy.

“Ah,” Viv gasps, “well you make a very… fucking… good… first impression…”

They are sharing the top bunk of a bed in a dormitory-like room in Sub-E. Wanda’s arched back brushes the ceiling tiles briefly before she slides downward and addresses Viv’s clit properly, prompting a loud moan. Viv switches off her torch and the room succumbs to the subterranean dark.

“What are you holding back for?” Wanda asks, her voice muffled. Viv shifts, lifts her hips, presses herself into the other woman’s suckling lips. She moans again, louder and longer, and sees briefly swimming stars in the dark.

Through an air vent in the ceiling, she thinks hears an answering moan, a male voice almost in pain…