I stretch, luxuriating in the feeling of crisp, cool sheets beside me before I realize that the sheets are cool because Sasha isn’t in them. I’ve gotten used to waking up in his arms this week, and even though it’s been one more variable in the confusing equation of my emotions, I’ve mostly just rolled with it. This week has been our longest break in filming since we began, and today’s scene is a doozy to be our first scene back.
When the script arrived and I saw what Blanche had planned, I was confused, then horny, then guilty for being horny. Sasha explained a little bit about what was going to happen, then I did my own research. We spoke with Blanche about the logistics of filming, which sounds like it’s going to be done remotely, with drones and mounted cameras on carefully marked paths. She and I also had a one-on-one about her recollection of the event and why recreating it meant so much to her. The intimacy coordinator met with Sasha and me individually and together, and he and I agreed that we’re comfortable with the remote nature of the scene. We agree with Blanche that any people nearby would ruin our headspace.
As for my research…well, it made me feel better about how reading the script made me feel. My initial feeling that Ishouldfeel repulsion, then feeling actual repulsion at myself fornotfeeling repulsed. It turns out that plenty of women share an interest in more primal activities, whether it be outdoors or indoors, and places like Rendezvous have even started hosting very highly vetted evenings dedicated to the kink.
After getting over my initial misgivings, I’ve spent every damn second horny. Waking up in Sasha’s arms has only intensified the ache, his morning erections making me more aware of my hole begging to be filled. Knowing I don’t have time to get myself off and get ready for the scene, I head for a cool shower. I hope he isn’t bothered by me inevitably coming all over him today when he grinds on me. There’s no way I’ll be able to avoid it. I’m already wound too tightly just thinking about what’s going to happen.
Showering and getting myself ready, I complete the simple hair and makeup Blanche requested, not needing the glam squad’s help for once. My outfit is impractical for being chased through the woods, which is the point. It’s a 50s style sundress, with a halter neck tied in a bow and a voluminous skirt. I stick my modesty thong into place just like the crew taught me, hoping I’ve done a good enough job, and it doesn’t come unstuck as I run. I cover it with a cherry red thong to match my dress and lipstick, and my flimsy sandals complete the look.
I know they’ll come flying off as soon as I run, but Blanche has assured me that the marked paths for my route have been cleared of rocks and debris and should be safe to run down barefoot. As long as I ignore the drones and don’t get distracted, I should be fine. Just before I head out the door at my designated time to head to the woods behind Blanche’s house, I see a bright sticky note on top of my script.
Sasha’s barely legible scrawl has my breath catching in my throat.
The path markers are clear but spread out enough that I’m not only exhausted from running, but from the mental load of trying to make sure I don’t get lost and die in these woods. The drones have flown in and out, almost silent and less distracting than I expected, and the mounted cameras are completely camouflaged. I almost asked Blanche why these paths all converged on a barn and why she already had the maps handy, before deciding better of it. I probably don’t want to know.
My feet are sore, and I’m sweating. Still, I push on. Easiest to act exhausted and frazzled if I arrive at the barn exhausted and frazzled, and Sasha can take over for the rest of the scene. Based on the script, I really don’t have to do much but lie there and take it.Ugh.I’m still horny, and the adrenaline from the run is only contributing to the feeling that I’m just one big horny nerve ending. I have no idea how close I am to the barn where Sasha waits, and I’m starting to getreallytired.
I realize I haven’t seen a marker in a while, and as goose bumps break out on my skin and I’m starting to hyperventilate at the thought of being lost, I’m tackled roughly from behind. The same hand that’s covering my mouth as I scream stops my head from cracking against the ground, but my hip still hits the ground hard, and pain blooms up my side.
I reach back to scratch at my assailant, kicking at his crotch and doing everything I can to get away, but one hand is still over my mouth, and the other has my arms pinned behind me. I manage to get one hard kick into the crease between thigh and crotch, and the second that he’s startled allows me to crawl from underneath him and continue to run, off the main path and down an unkempt side trail.
My efforts don’t gain me much space, and this time, instead of coming out of nowhere, I can hear his heavy footsteps gaining on me. My skin prickles with terror, my flight response fully engaged. This time, when he catches me, there’s no hand on my mouth to stifle my scream. He pushes my face into the dirt, laughing as I scream again as he rucks up my dress, tears away my thong, and runs his fingers up my soaking wet modesty cloth.
“You stupid bitch, thinking you can get away from me. You see how well that worked out? I might’ve gone easy on you if you’d just laid down in the dirt and taken it. Now you’re getting it as rough as I want.”
I try to squirm away as he pushes me up to my knees, legs spread wide on the outside of his. The stretch burns my inner thighs, and I feel myself part, the inch of modesty cloth moving to one side and exposing my soaked center. I’m still trying to get away, but all I’m doing is wearing myself out, and he knows it.
I hear a dark chuckle as a belt jingles, and before I know it, I feel a hard length rubbing up and down my exposed slit.Wait, I don’t feel Sasha’s modesty cloth…
I fully panic, not even sure this is Sasha at this point, and I scream harder than I ever have as I try to claw away. Dirt cakes under my fingernails, polish chipping with my effort.
“That’s right, Sunshine. Try to get away. As hard as you can.But if you don’t say red right now, I’m stretching this cunt around my cock and making it hurt.”
Oh my God. It’s Sasha. Thank fuck.
I realize what he said a split second before he tears away the sticky modesty cloth and places the wide head of his dick at my entrance. Another second and he’s all the way inside in one smooth thrust, stretching me painfully around the biggest thing that’s ever been in me.
The force of it takes my breath away, and if I thought he was joking about fucking me roughly, I was wrong. His pace is brutal, and my last thought before I start trying to get away from the pain is that if I had been any less wet and horny today, he probably would have torn me.
My thighs shake from being spread so wide, and I try to crawl away, sobbing as my pussy fails to get used to his intrusion. I don’t make it far at all, but he notices my efforts.
“Stop trying to get away, you bad. Fucking. Girl.”
Every word is punctuated by a slap on my ass, harder than anyone’s ever hit me in my life.
“If you’re thinking about running away, I’m not fucking you hard enough,” he growls, and I whimper as he somehow spreads my legs even wider.
His hands come to wrap around my neck, squeezing for long enough I start to see stars. When I let out a feeble sound, he moves them to my mouth, hooking three fingers in each cheek and using his grip for leverage to pound into me from behind.
“Fuck, yes.There it is, baby. What a good little slut you’re being for me, spreading wide and taking it. See how much easier life is when you give me what I want and stop trying to escape?You just have to give me what I want, and I won’t have to be so rough with you. Next time, at least. It’s too late for you now.”
My spit flies out of my mouth and onto the ground, the rest dripping down his hands. I can feel my pussy getting sore, unused to the stretch and abuse. The first sob comes from deep in my throat, ready for this to be over. Not ready enough to say my magic word, though.
“Please,” I sob, trying to speak around his fingers. “Please, no more. Just let me go, and I won’t tell anyone.”
A booming laugh cuts through the silence of the woods and the lewd, wet sounds of his body on mine when he shifts. Hands leave my mouth, one banding around my throat, not to cut off my air but to pull me back to his chest. The other, wet with my spit, rubs fast circles around my clit.
“How about this, Sunshine? Iwon’tlet you go,andyou won’t tell anyone. In fact, I think you’ll be begging for more because as soon as you come around this thick cock, no other will ever compare.”
