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Thread: A Town of Futas [IC]

Nikoli blinked, confused for a moment. Now that she mentioned it, he hadn't seen a single guy here. Then she told him to look down. It was then he finally noticed the bulge. His eyes widened in surprise. Wait, so everyone here's a, what's the word, futanari? That indeed was a major surprise. His cheeks flushed red as he gave a sheepish chuckle. I guess that explains the odd looks I've been getting. Then he blinked as something clicked. Wait, does that mean I look like a woman? I mean, if this town is for futanari only, then would they have sold me the house because they thought I was one?
Thread: A Town of Futas [IC]

Erica fell into a slight array of laughter as the guy finished his conclusion. It seemed to have lightened her up a little, a smile in her face. Good guess. But you've went from oversimplifying things to overcomplicating them. I don't think they care who they sell their houses to as long as they sell them It took a while for her to notice a small detail about him. He moved here. Wait wait wait you said you moved here? Anyone else would have fled at the sight of a futanari. Which is why you get all those weird looks since...... futanari have grown accustomed to being hated by males and females for.....whatever reason.
Thread: A Town of Futas [IC]

Nikoli gave another sheepish chuckle. Well, guess that means I don't have to move, he said, somewhat relieved. Then when Erica explained how they were all hated, his smile fell. That's horrible! he exclaimed, Being a futanari is no reason to be hated. I mean, it's not like you're all rapists or murderers or anything. From what I've seen, this place is filled with decent people. They don't deserve to be treated like that.
Thread: A Town of Futas [IC]

You're telling me... Erica grumbled, looking a lot less tense than before. Humans are stupid. People hate eachother for their religion, their looks, their gender, anything. Even here, though it's quite rare, there's people who are islamophobic. I make sure to call them hypocrites whenever they run by. She half-smiled again, stepping out of Nikoli's way. You're more special in believing that than you think believe me. And that's a good thing. She leaned back against the wall, sighing as she looked back at the shoppers running by. Sorry to get in your way. Just felt intrigued by a male running by.....
Thread: A Town of Futas [IC]

Nikoli couldn't help but agree with her. People hated eachother for stupid reasons. He remembered his grandparents telling him about the prejudice they experienced after coming from the old country. He blushed cutely at her compliment. It's alright, really. It was nice meeting you, He gave her a freindly smile. My name's Nikoli. I hope we meet again. He waited for her response before giving a small wave and leaving the alley, heading to the frozen yoghurt store.
Thread: A Town of Futas [IC]

You're allright too kid, have fun. Erica said as she gave a small wave, smiling amusedly as she watched him leave. Once he left she leaned back once more, thinking about the town as she watched more and more shopper pass through the street next door. Eliza twirled around to hand a customer her cup, putting in a small spoon with a cute wink. She loved having fun, especially during her job since she loved the colours and the feel of the place, and especially the yoghurt. Content with having served all available customers, she leaned back, tidying her utensils a bit. The only time this job got boring when there weren't any customers. Noone to talk to, nothing to do, just boredom. Luckily for her, she saw someone approach the store. She was just about to greet her with a wave and a smile when she noticed it was a him. A HIM. Why? Why was he here? What did he want? Why didn't he leave? Was all that was on her mind as she frantically tried thinking of something to do, to her horror always coming back to the fact that she had to serve him a yoghurt. Flustered, she greeted the approaching Nikoli with a stutter. H-Hello sir. What would you like?
Thread: A Town of Futas [IC]

The place gave of a nice, cheerful atmosphere. Nikoli liked that. As he stepped inside, his eyes immediately went to the menu, seeing what flavours were available. Upon hearing the girl's voice! he turned to her, noticing the nervourness in her voice. For a brief moment, a look of sadness flashed across his face. She was scared of him, and he knew it. He put on a kindly smile. I'll have a chocolate yoghurt with cherries please.
Thread: A Town of Futas [IC]

Eliza nodded quickly, trying to calm herself as to not drop her utensils. She noticed the look of sadness but was too confused to analyse the meaning behind it. She gently scooped up the chocolate yoghurt, filling it into one of the cute cups. Fitting the cherry on top and putting the spoon in, she gently handed it to him over the top. That would be 2.69 please. She tried not to let her voice shake too much, swallowing hard.
Thread: A Town of Futas [IC]

Nikoli gave her a warm smile as she handed him the yoghurt. Thank you, he said, giving her the money for the dessert. As he handed it to her, he could see the bulge beneath her apron, but said nothing of it. He headed to one of the tables, sitting down to enjoy the yoghurt. Eliza might notice that Nikoli had given her 3.69, one dollar more than needed.
Thread: A Town of Futas [IC]

Eliza blushed a little at his warm smile, taking the money her offered. She sighed as she watched him sit down, feeling somewhat drained. She started to count the money, making sure it was rnough. She gave a barely audible gasp when she noticed that he gave her too much and tip toed around the edge of the counter, approaching Nikoli's table. Excuse me sir! You gave me a dollar too much. She gently handed him the dollar, looking quite flustered.
Thread: A Town of Futas [IC]

Nikoli looked up at Eliza as she approached him, handing the dollar back. The white haired man gave a soft chuckle as he pushed the dollar gently back into her hand. No mistake, he replied, A tip to cheer up a sweet girl. He gave her that sweet smile before returning to his dessert.
Thread: A Town of Futas [IC]

Eliza looked at him with a perplexed expression, holding the dollar as she took a second to process the situation. His sweet smile froze her for a second, making her blink a few times before she slowly bowed her head, retreating. Thank you sir! She was blushing quite hard from embarassment, retreating to the safety of her counter. She gentle inserted the dollar into her pocket, silently thanking him for it and debating about his true intentions. She couldn't think of anything threatening though so she returned to her job, on the lookout for any customers.
Thread: A Town of Futas [IC]

Nikoli finished his dessert without any further interuptions. Very tasty. He made a mental note to come here again in the future. Throwing away his trash, he gave Eliza a goodbye wave before leaving. Today had been a long day, and he figured it was time to get some rest. It was getting dark when he got home, doing some unpacking and having a good meal before heading to bed for the evening.
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Thread: Don't mess with the bullies (Redria17 & Rick_S)

Every neighborhood has them punks who generally are up to no good with way too much time at their hands. This particular clique is sort of an upper middle class sort of deal with all the classic attributes of spoiled kids these days a classic combination of entitled, conceded mixed with a certain dose of both ruthlessness and sophistication. What makes them stand out from their peers is that their exploits are not limited to mostly social media and the Internet. They are sort of old school in that they still play basketball in the streets, haunt local parks and playground with their obnoxious behavior and instead of doing drugs they drink, even in public. It was one such afternoon they had this encounter with Jen at the local playground. All they were doing is what they always do hang out, have a couple beers and fun - as usual, much at the expanse of everyone else around. Then suddenly this woman shows up and gets on their case. For Rick, the ringleader of the group, this was all sorts of unreal. Standing nearly five ten with athletic build and short, military style cut hair he is an imposing presence for his age alone and there were five of them. Yet, she went in his face. It wasn't even the first time or the last they had an argument, but it was the one standing out the most because it pissed him off the worst. Granted, she was sort of cute when going off while barefoot, wearing shorts that leave almost the entire length of her legs exposed and a top that gives good idea about both, size and shape of her boobs. So much so that Irvin ended up pulling out his cellphone and record her. Things might have escalated right then if she wouldn't have threatened to call the cops. By doing so though she finally crossed the line. So, now here they are gathered in her driveway. All of them Irvin, sort of an athletic sixteen year old of mixed Asian and American heritage. He is their tech whiz and with that perhaps the nerdiest of the group. Then there is Ken, Rick's spitting image only with darker hair and a scar above his right eyebrow. Doyle is stockier and buffer than the rest of them, muscular and a grade a bully with a sort of mean and malicious look to him. Hunter is their final member and the only one with long hair, which he usually wears bound together to a pony tail. He is more slender than Doyle but that's deceiving because he is the kid whose been in martial arts for as long as he can remember. They have given it enough time Jen should have made it back from daycare by now to limit their exposure and the risk of someone growing suspicious by five kids hanging out in front of the woman's house. Rick is about to find out if she made it home yet by stepping up to the front door, positioning himself so she will need to open the door to see who is out there by avoiding standing in front of any spy holes or windows and then rings the doorbell.
Thread: Don't mess with the bullies (Redria17 & Rick_S)

Taken off-guard by not only the sudden arrival of Rick, but the rather ominous vibe that came with his four friends approaching me at once from around a corner, it wasn't hard for him to make me stumble back, falling onto my ass. Before I could even recover however, there was Rick, towering over me, while two of his friends, whose names I couldn't quite remember for the life of me, each took one of my arms, pulling me up to my feet, but certainly not letting go. In fact, their very grip on each of my arms was enough for me to realize something similar to this isn't good... not by a long shot. Watching as the door closes, and perhaps closing the door on my best chance to cry for help, I go on to realize that that same little punk kid was recording all of this again - not with a small cell phone, but a relatively expensive and nice looking camera. I had no clue what their intentions were. For all I knew, they were going to rob the place. But then why bring the camera? Something wasn't adding up, but in due time, when I knew the truth, my life, as well as my pride and my ego, would be changed forever. Wh... what the hell are you doing?! It wasn't really directed at any one of the kids, but mostly any of them who were really listening to me. I'd only been driven to issue that question once I'd watched one of Rick's friends enter the living area of my house. It wasn't that I was hiding anything or worried about any discoveries. Instead, the very sight of him entering the main living area, a place we all spent a lot of time, was like a devastating blow to me on a personal level. My heart ached, I wanted to cry, but I could only watch as my privacy was only beginning to be invaded. But then I heard Rick's question, moments after he had initially asked it. My anger was ready to erupt, but a solid sense of fear kept it in check. Instead, I obliged. A... talk?? S... seriously, you think we're having a TALK?? but as I looked back at a very smug and confident Rick, I went on. Y... you were... swearing and drinking and making dirty fucking jokes... with my fucking KIDS right in front of you! You wanna know why I messed with you? Why I fucking MESSED with you?! YOU messed with ME! You have NO fucking RIGHT to be here right now!! Now LET ME GO!! It was then that I began struggling, but quickly I found myself both shocked and amazed at the strength of Rick's two friends. S... so strong...! What the fuck?! No!! - my thoughts were going wild now, all because any shred of confidence I had just now was stripped away, leaving me with nothing but desperation. These weren't just kids. These were strong, healthy young adults with bad intentions. I now knew that I was in deep, deep trouble. Before it was only a feeling, but this time it was a belief that struck my very core.
Thread: Don't mess with the bullies (Redria17 & Rick_S)

There are a lot of them and they do seem to work together well. Ken has familiarized himself with the layout of the place, and with a nod of his head directs the others to the direction of the living room. Jen can feel the hard tug on her arms as the other two try keep the momentum going by continuing to pull her backwards and deeper into the house. Rick meanwhile seems to enjoy the show how his goons manhandle the young wife, potentially adding to her discomfort by taking off his shirt and simply dropping it to the floor. How he must love watching her struggle against her attackers. Rick can clearly see how her anger flares, how she attempts pull free and how she quickly comes to realize her helplessness. By the time they made it to the living room Jen has him rock hard and half naked. All her brief fight achieved is confirm to Doyle and Hunter just how helpless she is against them and to further arouse Rick whose smug grin has yet to vanish from his face. No, we are not going to let you go. We are going to mess back now. Rick explains in a voice that hasn't lost its decisive and assertive tone. We ain't joking anymore though. However, what we going to do is still going to be dirty and it's going to involve a lot of fucking. Say, what? Six or seven hours of it to be more specific. So, the cat is out of the bag with Rick effectively telling Jen what they are planning. His friends aren't helping either when they continue to pull her backwards until she can feel how she is pushed against the couch behind her and finally forced down into it. What she is going to be reminded next moment is that these punks are still teens who generally do not contemplate the consequences of their actions Ken anyway runs around making sure all curtains and blinds are pulled wide apart. Now, an adult may be concerned about somebody from the outside seeing what happens inside the house and how they might react to it. These kids though seem solely concerned with embarrassing the woman as much as they anyway can by virtually putting her on display in a brightly illuminated room. Your husband ever fucked you like this? Ken asked, where anyone walking by could see? Showing the whole neighborhood what a little slut you are, huh? It's, of course, a bit of an exaggeration as hardly the whole neighborhood can see her windows and there is enough a driveway to not make it easy to see inside from the street either, but none of that might make things feel any less exposed regardless. Irvin meanwhile looks around to see if he can find a television. There is more than one reason he brought a camera. It is much easier to connect it to a TV and have its screen display to an entire room what exactly the device records. Betcha she never let him record them either, the mixed Asian-American kid chuckles while doing his thing with the camera and television, if he finds one.
Thread: Don't mess with the bullies (Redria17 & Rick_S)

Wh... what the fuck are you talking about?! as I yelled at the kid who went inside to scope the place out. Get the fuck out of my... but I was cut off, as I was now being dragged into my house by the two holding my arms. They were so much stronger than I was, that it made it look easy. I was overcome with a horrible, god-awful feeling, but it only intensified as I watched Rick take his shirt off, dropping at his feet. Suddenly now, intentions were becoming clearer, and I'd gone from angry, to afraid for my well being. With their grip still firmly on my arms, my heart dropped into my stomach once Rick resumed talking to me. Mess back?! What the fuck is he talking about?! I thought to myself, but any comfort I may have had was quickly washed away once Rick went on. Fear had struck me deep, and my eyes and face made it obvious that I was no longer the confident married mother of two that I was only minutes ago, especially once 6-7 hours was brought up. These kids have done their homework. Feeling myself pulled against the couch, I look on helplessly as they force me to sit down on it with ease. I quickly began panting rapidly, feeling some loss of breath in the form of anxiety, once Rick asked his question. F... fuck you... was the first thing out of my mouth, but I quickly went on, seeing as these kids clearly had no regard whatsoever for what came of this, and my safety seemed to depend upon my obedience rather than their common sense. I sniffle a little bit as tears begin forming in my eyes, drying them with my wrist. N... no... as I shake my head. No he hasn't... and he... he's never recorded anything before... For the first time, weakness could be detected in my normally assertive voice. I was a self-professed hippie by nature, and avoided conflict at almost any cost. However, I was nothing short of assertive with just about everybody in my life, and never once allowed myself to feel helpless. This was a worst case scenario for me however. Yes, I did consider myself a bit of a conflict avoiding hippie, but I absolutely loathed egotistical hotshots with a disregard for others. And when I say loathed, it was not an exaggeration. This was literally the worst possible case scenario I could have hoped for. The very kind of people I loathed were about to try their hands at putting me in my place.
Thread: Don't mess with the bullies (Redria17 & Rick_S)

It's been what since Rick and his goons arrived? Minutes? And they already have Jen is held captive in her own living room in a position leaving her rather vulnerable to her attackers. Doyle and Hunter each hold one of her wrists in a firm grip to render her hands useless with Doyle pushing down her shoulders to keep her from getting back up. Hunter meanwhile uses his second hand to grope a feel by squeezing one of her boobs through her top. Ken is done with curtains and blinds, and bright sunlight filtering in through the windows may serve us constant reminder for the woman about just how exposed she is. What they detect is not only weakness, but also compliance as she answers a rather intimate question about being recorded. However, what catches Rick's attention even more is her reaction to his question when instead of replying her breathing starts to pick up. God, I need to see her naked right now. Having nothing else to do Ken turns his attention to the couch, leans over its backrest and goes fishing for one of Jen's ankles to grab it and yank her bare foot up in the air on it. Rick watches with anticipation to see how this is spreading her nude legs apart and to make sure she can't close them he attempts to capture the other, pushing it down to lift his own leg over it and pin hers down by burying it under his thigh. They succeed Jen is effectively rendered helpless with no way to defend herself against Rick's hand when it slides between her thighs. For once he even looks her straight in the eyes, wanting to see her expression when she feels his digits push against her groin and start rub her crotch through her pants. Do me a favor, Irvin? How about you play us the scene from the playground. He requests. Nothing makes me want to fuck her brains out so bad than watching her go off that day. Refresh her memory why all this is happening now. Both Irvin and Doyle respond to what's asked the one by switching to playback on the camcorder for the television to display the requested scene while the other goes to deal with the woman's cloths. This wasn't spur of the moment and Jen shouldn't be surprised to find out they came prepared. So, while it would be nigh impossible to pull her top of with laying on it and despite popular belief cloths aren't really cut easily with a knife, the straps of her shirt really are no match for a good pair of scissors. Doyle has brought just that and now draws them. Jen might even feel the cold sting of metal when the kid tries side them below the shoulder straps of her top to cut first them and then her bra.
Thread: Don't mess with the bullies (Redria17 & Rick_S)

Rick watches with anticipation how the hand on her breasts is going to affect her. No, as far as they are concerned they don't need permission, her body is theirs to use however they desire and there is nothing she can do about it. He cannot help another smug grin forming on his lips when seeing how strongly she reacts to her legs being forced open and how quickly her solidarity faded to be replaced by desperation when his hand is feeling her up. Doyle's scissors indeed make short work out of Jen's top and bra, forcing her to cope the sensation of her boobs spilling free to the lusting eyes of all those teens . Her cloths also weren't just stripped from her, but destroyed with both boys now working together to push what is left of them down to her belly. Scissors aren't the only thing they brought and shortly after Doyle put them away the woman again could feel the cold bite of metal, this time in form of cuffs they try put on her wrists to tie them together above her head. Meanwhile the television comes to life, displaying the image of her standing at the playground, wearing but shorts and a thin top. You probably think you were asserting yourself there or some shit like that. Honestly, I did not have the first clue what you were saying because all I could think of when looking at you is rip your clothes off and rape you right then and there. You were right though, someone would have called the cops. So, it had to wait. Today you going to get it though. That's it, thanks Irvin. With that, Rick leaves her to the capable hands of his friends. Irvin quickly switches back to recording and the TV's picture changes from showing Jen stand there to how she is now on her back. With her hands cuffed it is easy enough for Doyle to control her arms by himself and Hunter goes to help Ken with her pants. Jen could then feel how strong hands grab her capris, make sure they get a hold of her panties too and then try violently yank them out from under her ass to pull them down her legs. Jen's worst fears may be confirmed they don't stop neither her protest nor her pleas seem to have any effect or deter them from their actions until they have her lay there completely exposed with the only cloth left to her being the torn remains of her top and bra around her belly. Chances are from the moment Rick had spotted her that day her fate was sealed. There probably was no way to handle the situation when all it took was him seeing her stand there, bare from her hips down shy for some skimpy shorts. Pretty much everything about her had driven him crazy, from the swell of her breasts to her ass and nude legs. All she did by confronting him was give him a convenient excuse, but odds are he wouldn't even have needed one. Now she can see easier than ever just how horny this kid is for her when e opens his pants. No, his dick is swollen, rock hard and every woman with enough experience could guess how he is past the point of no return if he is not stopped he will fuck her. Get those fucking legs open. Rick grunts and again his friends comply this time by grabbing both her ankles and knees to force her thighs apart.