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Write a note in this area. It's really easy You: Please let me know if you are reading - looking for a male to rp a detective/criminal story line

Hi I'm Sarah, I'm 5'10'', my legs make the most of that height, I play volleyball competitively so I am in good shape, I have long dark hair and pale skin, my eyes are auburn. My breasts aren't that big, I get away with not wearing bras if my clothing is thick enough, most of the time I am in sports clothing. My thighs are pretty thick due to the nature of my sport

PROMPT: We have been detective partners in Toronto's police force for 2 years now. We've never expressed feelings for one another but deeply care for each other for a long time now. Our latest case has been a sequence of rapes and murders by an unknown serial killer. I would spend weeks at a time staring at the traumatizing photos, trying to learn more about the killer. Last night I made a break through in the case and wanted to drive to the office to write my report and findings. I never got to the office, that was a week ago. I have been missing ever since... I pull at my wrist restraints that are attached to a water grate above an industrial shower I am in a dirty bra and panties, my hair clinging to my back as he periodically turns on the water to torture me. (Please introduce yourself and continue. I was hoping my partner could at first play the criminal and then the partner that would come and rescue me. Limits: scat, urine, amputation)

Stranger: Reading

You: Thanks

Stranger: I’m Jack, 22 male. Want me to make 2 descriptions?

You: Your character description is good

You: I'm thinking we'd play 27-29 ish

Stranger: Sure! I’m 5’10” tall, short black hair, golden brown eyes, athletic shaped body, slightly toned but not super muscular, tanned skin, trimmed beard, 8”

You: Sweet, please continue :)

You: The more descriptive the better

Stranger: Pacing the office I watch through the window as you struggle against your restraints. I have my ski mask pulled up over my head, pacing nervously between torture sessions. With a slightly irritated grunt I pull my ski mask back down and you hear a metallic slam as I open and close the door behind you grabbing the hose once more. I slowly approach with it in my grisly hands and stand over you, allowing the cold water to drip down your back. I lean over you and my lips rest against your ear, “again I ask, how much do you know” I say gently, a slight accent making my tone dark and grim

Stranger: Pacing the office I watch through the window as you struggle against your restraints. I have my ski mask pulled up over my head, pacing nervously between torture sessions. With a slightly irritated grunt I pull my ski mask back down and you hear a metallic slam as I open and close the door behind you grabbing the hose once more. I slowly approach with it in my grisly hands and stand over you, allowing the cold water to drip down your back. I lean over you and my lips rest against your ear, “again I ask, how much do you know” I say gently, a slight accent making my tone dark and grim

You: (I'm thinking we are in some kind of basement/cottage not the office I work at :P)

Stranger: (Yeah it’s like a dark, grim industrial space)

You: (Ah, gotcha!)

Stranger: (Abandoned factory is what I was going for)

You: I wince, shivering. Goosebumps cover my skin as I shake from the shock of the cold water. I look around at my surroundings, trying to figure out where I am. It's been a week, I can tell he has been busy covering his tracks, making sure that no one finds out where I am. I have access to water but I haven't had any solid food in a while now. My ribs show at my sides more than they used to. I look at my wrists, there is a ring of broken skin and blood where I have been pulling from the cuffs. "I-I told you, I didn't tell anyone, I was about to..." I cough

Stranger: My hand grips your drenched hair, gently at first, slowly tightening its grip close to your scalp, “stop fucking lying” I say as I pull your head backwards slowly. My other hand reaches travels down your back slowly, over your tight ass. It hovers on your cheek for a second before gripping gently, “because I don’t want anything bad happening to such a nice package like this” I say gruffly as my breathing increases. You feel my chest pressing against your side and my groin against your hips as the hose bounces against the floor

You: I am on my knees and he holds me up by my hair. I pant shallow breaths and it echoes in the room. I am starting to loose track of my sanity, it feels like it will never end. I relax into his arms, exhausted and cold. For a moment his skin feels warm and comforting. I don't have the energy to think about fighting. "I know what you did to those girls... Amber Hoffman, Natalie Pryce... Amanda Scolfield...."

Stranger: I let out a gently chuckle as I grip your hair and my hand caresses your ass, “oh sweetheart. Don’t be so naive” I say pushing you back to the floor and pacing around you. I kneel in front of you. Our eyes lock. The dark green colour, angry as I breathe heavily kneeing on the cold concrete. “You don’t know the half of it” I say laughing, almost psychotically. “But, I suppose there is one way you could find out” I say standing up in front of you and gently reaching for the buckle of my black jeans

You: I wince as fall onto my back, unable to catch myself with my hands since they are so tightly bound to the grate. I writhe, trying to get up. I shake my head not wanting to find out. My abdomen flexes in fear, I close my eyes

Stranger: I stand over you now. My dark figure towering as you lay on the cold concrete. You hear my zipper fall as I pull my dick from beneath my jeans. Flopping in front of me I stand beside you and kneel down. I turn your head to the side, “it’s time to open wide sweetheart”

You: I bite down on my lips hard and turn my face to look the other way in protest. I feel sick. I tuck my knees in closer to my chest. I have small abrasions all over my skin from being on the concrete this long. I shake my head, conveying I have no interest in interacting with you

Stranger: “Sweetheart. You have a choice here. There are 3 holes that I can choose from. I feel like this choice is the best for you” I say laughing again as I hold my dick in my hand stroking your hair gently as I look down at you

You: I think about it for a moment, having him inside me there would be devastating, I could get pregnant, contract a disease. I shake my head "I am not yours to take" I say in defiance, but in my heart knowing I have made a big mistake refusing this

Stranger: I laugh again, “this one is on you” I say as I stand up quickly and walk to your feet. My hands grip your thighs and roughly spread them. Reaching for your dirty panties I rip them away from your skin. The tearing cuts into your hips as I throw them to the side, continuing to spread your legs apart. You hear me spit, and feel it drip down your pussy as my hands roughly spread it apart rubbing my spit in as I grab my cock, slowly hardening and slide it against your slit

You: I struggle under him, crying out in pain and devastation, in the moment I only blame myself. I could have prevented this somehow... I could have done something..." I kick and squirm but it doesn't stop him, if anything it encourages him to keep going. In a minute or two my expression goes blank and broken, I am on a thin line now

Stranger: “Oh there’s no point in struggling now” I laugh as the struggling only makes me harder. I grip it and roughly push it inside of you. You feel my thrusting your back into the concrete in a series of uncoordinated rough thrusts. Quickly trying to build to an orgasm. My arms on your knees spreading them apart as far as they’ll go as I continue to quickly slam into you.

You: My thighs burn from being pushed apart so wide. I sob quietly, unable to stop any of it. I don't look at all like the girl I was a week ago. When he took me, I had a full suit on, my hair was in a neat military bun, my body was fit and healthy. No matter how the girls looked like when he first got them, they always ended up in this state at some point

Stranger: The orgasm is quick as I pump my cock inside of you those final few times. It quivers gently as I deposit my sperm inside. I stand up breathing heavily and pulling my pants back up. I watch you sobbing on the ground, “you could’ve helped yourself out girl” I say as I walk over towards the old office I’ve turned into my bedroom, leaving you alone on the concrete ground

You: The only think I have energy for is to get on all fours, trying to get the cum to leak out of me. I feel sick to my stomach but I don't have anything in my system to throw up. I flex my muscles trying to push out his seamen, the only thing on my mind is how awful it would be to come out of this alive and be pregnant. I collapse on my elbows once I feel like I've done the most I could. Everything hurts

You: (*thing)

Stranger: After changing I look out the window once more. Your beaten figure on all fours makes me smile. I reach over for the shower control, turning it on and letting the cold water flow over your nearly naked body. You can hear me laughing through the glass

You: I violently flinch trying to get out from the shower head but I can't No matter the position I can only save my legs from getting blasted with the water but my head, arms, and torso will always be under the stream. I cough and choke, wheezing as I pull at my wrists, still pulling even though I know it won't help - it's instinct at this point

Stranger: I turn if off. Watching you squirm creates a massive smile on my face. Until I hear the bang…the flashing light…the shouting…I stand stunned as as flashlight shines directly into my eyes. Unable to speak or move, I find myself forced roughly to my knees and my hands gently bound by metallic cuffs. I still don’t comprehend it when I’m in the back of a cop car….(I’ll write the next part just wait)

Stranger: “Ready” I say nodding my head to the SWAT team around me. I gently pull at my bulletproof vest before the large industrial door squeaks open slowly and a flash bang is tossed into the room. I grip the handle of my handgun tightly as we clear the room, my flashlight shining against your face, my stress levels shoot through the roof. “Is she alive? She’s alive” I breathe a sigh of relief as I swiftly approach you, noticing the team handcuff the perp. I kneel beside you, putting my hand on your back, “Sarah, it’s Jack. Hey it’s me” I say trying to comfort you. I run my hand through your hair, “you’re alright” I say looking down at you sadly, see the broken shell of a women who was my partner

You: I flinch from you, not wanting to be touch and not registering what was happening. The way I look at you is the same a trapped animal would, my eyes are wide, my pupil are dilated. I curl up trying to cover as much of my body as possible. My bra is basically gone and I am naked, my body bruised and cold, cum still leaking out and all over my thighs. There is water on my back and my hair is drenched "Stop..." I finally speak but it's nothing that would indicate I am mentally present

Stranger: “Hey hey it’s alright Sarah, it’s Jack” I say motioning to one of the swat guys to bring a blanket and call in the paramedics, “we’re gonna get you done help”. The key for your shackles is found and brought over and I undo your shackles, wrapping you in a blanket before giving you your space

Stranger: (You there?)

You: (yep sorry!)

You: I am difficult to manage, the paramedics are unable to touch me without me sobbing or begging them to stop. Eventually, with your permission they sedate me. I am in a hospital, sleeping for the past 16 hours, I have an IV feeding me fluids to regain some strength. The doctor sits beside you in a waiting room. "You are her emergency contact" this was a surprise to you, but it did make sense, I had no other family or friends, my life was my work. "We need you to approve giving her abortion medication, as well as some other things". He gives you a clip board to signto share with others. Click here ...