I should say my safe word. Stop this before it goes any further. But apparently I love role play, and this whole thing is making me feel powerful, like I am in control of what happens.
“Fuck you,” I spit out instead.
All three of them still. Then, in unison, they laugh.
“We’re going to have fun with you.”
Before I can run, I find I’m suddenly weightless.
A distorted laugh echoes as I’m thrown over someone’s shoulder like I weigh nothing. My stomach smacks against hard muscles, and I grunt, the breath knocked from me.
“Got you now, little brat,”the voice rumbles.
The world turns upside down as he walks, his arm locked around the back of my thighs to keep me pinned. I thrash, but he only slaps my ass, hard enough to sting.
“Keep squirming, and I’ll fuck you right here in the dirt.”
He carries me past the chain ropes and toward the old playground, one of those vintage setups with a slide shaped like a dragon and a rusted metal train cart half sunk into mulch. The gate creaks open, then clangs shut behind us.
I’m dumped on my feet between the train cart and the play tunnel. The three masks fixed on me glow eerily in the dark, lighting up the night. One man is above me now, crouched on top of the metal train cart, his arms braced on his knees, mask tilted as he looks down at me.“Didn’t expect us to catch you so easily, huh?”
“Fuck you,” I snap.
“You will,”he replies.
Another moves behind me, his palms skating up under my hoodie, and he drags it off in one sharp tug. The air is coldagainst my bare stomach, then he yanks my leggings down to my knees.
The man who removed my clothing steps in front of me, his hand reaching for my jaw, and he tilts my head back until I meet the X’s on his mask. He doesn’t speak; he just runs his thumb over my lower lip.
Then the man beside him steps closer and breaks the elastic of my thong on one side and then the other, pulling it from between my legs and sliding it into his pocket. His fingers slip between my pussy lips, and I jerk forward with a sound I don’t recognize falling from my mouth. I’m almost embarrassed about how long it’s been since someone has touched me.
“She’s fucking soaked,”the man who has my thong announces.
I barely catch my breath before another pair of hands grips the waistband of my leggings. Kneeling behind me, he drags them all the way down and slips them and my shoes off, then he stands and hooks his arms under my thighs, and I’m lifted like I weigh nothing. My back rests against his chest, and before I can even get my bearings, the other man steps between my legs.
His cock presses against my pussy, then he pushes inside in one brutal thrust. I cry out, the sound ripping from my throat. My legs wrap around him, locking at the ankles behind his back. He grabs my hips, dragging me down onto him again and again with punishing force. The man behind me holds me steady as I am fucked against him.
Every time the man in front slams into me, I can hear how wet I am, how my body is responding to a stranger.
“Tilt your head back, sweetheart. Mouth open. Now,” the man above me says. I blink and see he’s still standing on top of the metal train cart, his fist now working his cock as he looks down on me.
Leaning my head back and opening my mouth as he asks, I feel the man behind me slide his hand between my legs and circle my clit.
Oh fuck, my body tingles all over and trembles.
“That’s it. Tongue out. Now take it.”
The first drop of his cum lands across my tongue, and I moan, swallowing the taste of him as the masked man fucking me thrusts into me so hard I see stars.
The circling of my clit doesn’t stop, and I dig my fingers into the man’s shoulders, my head tipped back, cum now covering my face.
“You want to come, Maddie?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Please.”
He fucks me harder, and my body is ready to explode. I scream, coming the second the man behind me pinches my clit between his fingers.
My body trembles in the masked man’s arms, my head still against his shoulder as I suck in breath after breath. The one in front of me slowly pulls out, and I’m suddenly very aware of what we did.
