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DaysNOTE TO READERS: While not graphic and certainly not "interactive" role play, the post below does include some sexually suggestive text. My understanding is that it does not violate RPG's rules (and I'm sure that if it does, the Moderator will PM me to edit). Still, if you prefer not to read it, don't; see the text after the asterisks at the bottom for a summary.)
Monday, April 4 2022, Monday -- 9 pm
48th Street and 10th Ave
Hell's Kitchen (aka Clinton), Manhattan
Maria Gonzales rolled out of bed naked and padded across the cold wood floor to the tiny apartment's equally tiny bathroom. Behind her, the equally naked man in her bed asked with a touch of annoyance, "Where ya goin'?"
"To pee, asshole," she answered with a growl, before then adding with less seething anger, "Just ... gimme a minute, okay?"
Maria plopped her bare ass down upon the toilet seat; before the urine could begin streaming, the tears did instead. She lowered her face into her palms and sobbed; how did she end up here like this?
It had been less than a day since the blackout began, and Maria's world had collapsed around her. Within an hour of the power outage, rioters and looters had filled the streets. Her father had lowered the security gates within seconds of the lights going out; this wasn't his first blackout or riot since buying the bodega six years earlier.
When the first looters realized they weren't getting through the gate, the Gonzales family thought they'd make it through this latest emergency relatively whole. The sun had come up to show much of the neighborhood on fire, and yet the building in which they both worked and lived survived.
Then evening came and so did the more determined looters; a quartet of armed men arrived with heavy pry bars and sledge hammers, with which they quickly had the barricade down. Maria had begged her father for years to buy a gun to protect the store, but he'd resisted; he had always been a pacifist. What she wouldn't have given for a 12 gauge shotgun when the gate fell away onto the sidewalk.
Guns would be the answer to saving the bodega after all, though; as the wannabe looters were smashing the wire-reinforced glass doors, about to gain access, bullets began ripping through them, the windows, the doors, and everything beyond them. As Maria and her parents ran for the back of the store, all four of the invaders were gunned down.
Then, from the street, a male voice called out, "Maria? Are you okay? Maria?"
The barely 20 year old was relieved to hear her boyfriend's voice. "Here! Here, I'm here!"
She thought for sure everything was going to be okay now. Julio entered the bodega, wrapped his arms around Maria for a passionate hug, and promised that she was safe; behind him, six of his friends took up positions inside and outside the corner store to protect it.
But Maria soon found they weren't guarding the market for her and her family; they were keeping it for themselves. Julio was a member of the Clinton 49ers, an inconspicuous, low level street gang that ran drugs, whores, and protection over a 12-block area centered on 49th and 10th. Over the next few hours, they and two dozen other gang members who'd joined them began clearing out stock; they used anything they could find to haul away bags, boxes, cans, and jars to some location of which Maria was unaware.
The store owning family members objected, of course. Their complaints ended quickly, though, when the gang's leader, Pablo Lopez, hit the family's patriarch over the head with the butt of his assault rifle. The three Gonzales's instead retreated to the back room, then finally upstairs to their apartment, each of them filling a small box with food and other supplies.
Maria thought the horror would have ended there, but it didn't. She'd expected that once the store was emptied of its valuable resources, Pablo and his gangbangers would leave; before he'd participated in looting the store, Maria would have welcomed Julio remaining but now would have been happy to never see him again.
Unfortunately, neither Julio nor Pablo left. As the new Lady of a Clinton 49er, Maria had an obligation to the gang which she had been forced to fulfill last night; it wasn't her boyfriend, Julio, who was laying in her bed naked and sated but was his superior, Pablo, thus the reason she was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Get back in here," Pablo hollered from the other side of the door. He chuckled, adding, "I'm lonely, and you still got one more hole I haven't visited."
Maria sat taller and wiped away the tears. She finished on the pot and cleaned herself at the sink, initially ignoring the man's repeated calls for her attention and presence. But eventually, she opened a drawer, dug through it until she found a bottle of vaginal lubricant, and returned to the bed to give Pablo what he wanted: in space exploration parlance, to go where no man had ever gone before.
******
Summary for those who did not read the post: Maria Gonzales and her parents lost control of their bodega in Hell's Kitchen to the Clinton 49ers, a local gang. As the new girlfriend of one of the gang's members, Julio, Maria was forced to let the gang's leader, Pablo, have sex with her.
Monday, April 4 2022, Monday -- 9 pm
48th Street and 10th Ave
Hell's Kitchen (aka Clinton), Manhattan
Maria Gonzales rolled out of bed naked and padded across the cold wood floor to the tiny apartment's equally tiny bathroom. Behind her, the equally naked man in her bed asked with a touch of annoyance, "Where ya goin'?"
"To pee, asshole," she answered with a growl, before then adding with less seething anger, "Just ... gimme a minute, okay?"
Maria plopped her bare ass down upon the toilet seat; before the urine could begin streaming, the tears did instead. She lowered her face into her palms and sobbed; how did she end up here like this?
It had been less than a day since the blackout began, and Maria's world had collapsed around her. Within an hour of the power outage, rioters and looters had filled the streets. Her father had lowered the security gates within seconds of the lights going out; this wasn't his first blackout or riot since buying the bodega six years earlier.
When the first looters realized they weren't getting through the gate, the Gonzales family thought they'd make it through this latest emergency relatively whole. The sun had come up to show much of the neighborhood on fire, and yet the building in which they both worked and lived survived.
Then evening came and so did the more determined looters; a quartet of armed men arrived with heavy pry bars and sledge hammers, with which they quickly had the barricade down. Maria had begged her father for years to buy a gun to protect the store, but he'd resisted; he had always been a pacifist. What she wouldn't have given for a 12 gauge shotgun when the gate fell away onto the sidewalk.
Guns would be the answer to saving the bodega after all, though; as the wannabe looters were smashing the wire-reinforced glass doors, about to gain access, bullets began ripping through them, the windows, the doors, and everything beyond them. As Maria and her parents ran for the back of the store, all four of the invaders were gunned down.
Then, from the street, a male voice called out, "Maria? Are you okay? Maria?"
The barely 20 year old was relieved to hear her boyfriend's voice. "Here! Here, I'm here!"
She thought for sure everything was going to be okay now. Julio entered the bodega, wrapped his arms around Maria for a passionate hug, and promised that she was safe; behind him, six of his friends took up positions inside and outside the corner store to protect it.
But Maria soon found they weren't guarding the market for her and her family; they were keeping it for themselves. Julio was a member of the Clinton 49ers, an inconspicuous, low level street gang that ran drugs, whores, and protection over a 12-block area centered on 49th and 10th. Over the next few hours, they and two dozen other gang members who'd joined them began clearing out stock; they used anything they could find to haul away bags, boxes, cans, and jars to some location of which Maria was unaware.
The store owning family members objected, of course. Their complaints ended quickly, though, when the gang's leader, Pablo Lopez, hit the family's patriarch over the head with the butt of his assault rifle. The three Gonzales's instead retreated to the back room, then finally upstairs to their apartment, each of them filling a small box with food and other supplies.
Maria thought the horror would have ended there, but it didn't. She'd expected that once the store was emptied of its valuable resources, Pablo and his gangbangers would leave; before he'd participated in looting the store, Maria would have welcomed Julio remaining but now would have been happy to never see him again.
Unfortunately, neither Julio nor Pablo left. As the new Lady of a Clinton 49er, Maria had an obligation to the gang which she had been forced to fulfill last night; it wasn't her boyfriend, Julio, who was laying in her bed naked and sated but was his superior, Pablo, thus the reason she was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Get back in here," Pablo hollered from the other side of the door. He chuckled, adding, "I'm lonely, and you still got one more hole I haven't visited."
Maria sat taller and wiped away the tears. She finished on the pot and cleaned herself at the sink, initially ignoring the man's repeated calls for her attention and presence. But eventually, she opened a drawer, dug through it until she found a bottle of vaginal lubricant, and returned to the bed to give Pablo what he wanted: in space exploration parlance, to go where no man had ever gone before.
******
Summary for those who did not read the post: Maria Gonzales and her parents lost control of their bodega in Hell's Kitchen to the Clinton 49ers, a local gang. As the new girlfriend of one of the gang's members, Julio, Maria was forced to let the gang's leader, Pablo, have sex with her.