Author's Note: This story contains an attempt at some primal play between three very horny individuals (MMF). All characters are well beyond the age of 18, and none were harmed in the writing of this piece. The title is admittedly dumb, yes. While this takes place in the same set up as "The First Purge," it is a stand-alone and you need not read the other story. ©WednesdaysCoffin2019. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorization in writing from the author.
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Her boyfriend leaned against a tree, over six feet of sexual energy packed into a lean body that was naked and sporting a glorious erection. He smirked. "What are your safe words, baby?"
Anxious to get to playing whatever game it was that had him smirking so lasciviously, Blue grinned. "Red or yellow. If my mouth is occupied, then 'uh, uh, uh' or three taps to the thigh."
He nodded his head and his short Stygian locks glistened in the sunshine. "Very good, my pet. Now, when I tell you to run, I expect that you will do so. Also, if you were to be pounced upon, fight back. Don't worry about hurting anyone—they expect you to be feisty."
Blue's own grin widened at the thought of some truly rough play as the fantasy of being taken violently, against her will and yet not, caused her sex to throb. "Will I be pounced on?"
Her Master shrugged noncommittally. "If someone were to tackle you to the ground today, just know that I won't put a stop to it. That is, unless you safe word: safe words are always respected, pet."
Blue quirked a perfectly-sculpted, dark eyebrow at her lover. "Oh?"
Stroking himself languidly, the fire in his sienna eyes surged. "There might be several nice men waiting in the woods to do very bad things to you," he was practically purring. "I'm just here to observe."
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Blue ran. The last time she had raced through these woods, merely two days ago, she had been wearing clothing but no sneakers; today, she was sporting quite the opposite. As Chris had been adamant that she was to run for her life she was wearing sneakers, but he had barred her from wearing any clothing. He said it would only get in the way, and would only end up torn to shreds. She grinned and felt her body grow moist at the thought. Secretly, she loved the idea of having her clothing torn right from her body. Though, in truth, she just loved rough play; the heat pooled between her thighs when she thought about being overpowered and overwhelmed by a man's dominance.
She raced ahead and quickly discovered that she was no longer in the thicket of the woods but standing in a gorgeous meadow full of wildflowers, the grass as high as her waist. She turned in a slow circle, taking in the beauty of the nature around her and feeling the warm sunshine beating down on her dewy skin. The sensation filled her with joy, tickled at her nerves and made her want to crawl through the tall grasses and flowers. Instead, she trotted toward the center of the meadow and turned in another slow circle. This was so beautiful, so peaceful. She knew that she was supposed to be running, but she hadn't seen a soul since she left Chris behind, so clearly she had somehow entirely evaded his group of friends. That meant that she had a minute to spare to appreciate the natural beauty of her surroundings.
As if in answer to this very thought, Blue was shoved to the ground roughly, and she landed with her face in the grass and a heavy body pressed to her back. Before she could process what was happening or spit out the dirt that was now saturating her tongue, she felt someone trying to shove her legs apart, presumably to sink their hard length inside her. She screeched, bucking wildly on the ground, but he placed a heavy hand between her shoulders to still her movements. "Shut up," he growled. She didn't immediately recognize the voice, and that spread a panic throughout her body. Was this one of Chris' friends or some stranger who had somehow intercepted their twisted game?
The fear that coursed throughout her body was a primal blend of a million things that amounted to one sad truth: she was so wet, so desperately moist between her thighs as this unseen man was trying to force himself on her. He kept a hand pressed between her shoulder blades as he jostled her about like a ragdoll, and she refused to look back and meet his eyes. The idea of not knowing was both frightening and exhilarating, and how many times in her life would Blue be able to experience this awkward thrill? All she had to do was to raise her head and glance over her shoulder, no doubt she could easily discern which of her Master's friends was currently trying to ravish her, but she was enjoying the mysterious element of not knowing.
When he finally managed to shift their bodies into a position that worked for penetration, he sunk into her depths and let out a loud groan of pleasure. She shivered at the sensation of the unknown man burying himself between her thighs. As he continued to grunt like a beast behind her, she lost herself in the rough sensations: her painfully rigid nipples dragging through the grass as his larger body forced her forward with each thrust. Then there was the delicious agony when his glans tapped at her cervix coupled with the girth of him, which made her feel entirely full to bursting. She was spread wide by his violent intrusion and her pussy ached at the feeling, hungry for more pain and punishment.
He growled and disrupted her daydream as he wrapped his body over the top of her. When he pinned her hands into the dirt with his larger ones, she saw the script that adorned his tattooed fingers—black and elegant, though she had no idea what it spelled out. She knew those hands all too well: they belonged to Zack. He had been to visit the estate just days earlier, playing naughty games in the woods much like this. The memory of his cock down her throat thrilled her, and she imagined that she could still taste his salty pre-cum on her tongue.
With his strong body wrapped over her and his hips rutting into her, Blue felt as though she might collapse from the overload of sensation and the physicality required to hold the position. Seeming to sense this, Zack moved back and then stood above her, holding his hard length and smirking. "You can't take my weight, can you?"
She shook her head but remained in her current position, watching over her shoulder as he began to lower himself while standing above her. She smirked, realizing how rough the pile-driving position could be and how deep it would allow him to bury himself inside her. Sure enough, when he began to enter her again she felt overwhelmed and let out a slight mewl. Her body was already battered and raw from the past few days of play, and his intrusion was causing a delicious agony in her swollen pussy.
He grunted at her noises, unimpressed. "Louder!"