Pair of Thugs

Author's note/Trigger warning: This scene contains acts of **** and/or sexual ****. Skip to words: Miri, make five steps in any direction to save yourself in order to avoid acts of **** and still read the necessary plot points. Reader be warned.

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“Anders. Anders! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Miri squealed, voice tinged with a hint of panic. Anders didn’t verbally respond, he just thrust into her tight, sopping pussy with increased vigor. When she looked back, Anders face was screwed in intense concentration as he clapped her cheeks.

Miriamelle looked back and saw two shrouded figures approach from the near tree line. She couldn’t make out any identifying features as it was dark, and they were clothed black on black with black beanies. They were closer now, moving inexorably towards her. No doubt they saw the pretty brunette with a yellow bandanna getting railed on that bench. Miri could make out a flash of red cloth near their throats, masks perhaps or some facial covering. One of them, the further left, caught her scared gaze, and he pulled up the red garment, making it apparent it was a red Covid Mask. Miri tried to crawl out from under Anders, fear cooling her libido, but Anders pushed her face into the bench and fucked her harder. “Quit squirming, Miri, you feel too damn good!” Anders grunted, oblivious to the imminent danger he was in, consumed by the nirvana that was Miriamelle de la Cruz’s tight pussy.

Eyes widening in panic, Miri noted they were now fully under the cover of lamplight, and she could make out their black head coverings’ were actually skullcaps with a red devil and pitchfork insignia. Between the beanies’ and red masks, she could make out brief flashes of their faces. Lefty was dark of skin and light of eye, where his companion had light skin and light eyes.

“ANDERS! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Miri shouted, standing straight up and trying to wrangle herself away from her boyfriend. Anders’ in total shock stepped back, looking around in puzzlement. Miri took the opportunity and scrambled away from the bench, in the opposite direction of the thugs. Lefty ran the few steps to the couple and pulled a full sock from his heavy bomber jacket. Arcing the makeshift weapon once, then twice, he swung with his full weight and caught Anders square on the jaw. Miri heard bones crunch, and she saw Anders’ posture go stiff. He was standing straight, blood already pooling down his busted chin. To his credit, he didn’t whimper when the thug decked his face again. A bloodstain appeared on the otherwise lovely greenbelt, and Anders toppled over. From Miri’s position, she could see teeth and blood scattered across the trail. She screamed, terrible and long.

The second thug ran behind Miriamelle and covered her mouth. She fought, trying to bite through tough leathery gloves. The thug chuckled and slapped the back of her head with his other hand, and she saw stars. Her body shook, she momentarily went limp.

“Well, ain’t you juzz a pretty little whore?” The thug with the long-heavy sock growled. He kicked Anders’ still moving body like so much trash as he made his way over to Miri. “Stand her up, my knees are too damn creaky.”

Complying, the second thug roughly **** Miri into a standing position. Her bare tits swayed as she wobbled on her jean-tangled feet. The first thug reached over and groped her right nipple, chuckling as she squealed in pain. The man behind her grabbed her hair and yanked downward, leaving her front exposed as she instinctively fought to escape. In response, she felt a sharp, stinging, slap on her boobs and she yelped in pain.

“Quiet bitch! Shut the fuck up and listen.” The first thug menaced, gripping her chin roughly and squeezing. “We was just on a little walksies, heading over the pub over yonder when we, well I, heard some bitch squealing like a whore. Thought, why the fuck not us, eh?”

The second thug grunted in agreement, reaching around and fondling her heavy breasts.

“And to our delight, we saw a pretty little thing bent over a fuckin’ bench! We had a little chat, my compatriot, and I. Long story short, I got dibs on your ass. Hehehehe.” The thug continued, stroking her terrified face as he jammed a finger between her legs.

“And to think, you’re wet! Un-Fucking-Believable!” He proclaimed mockingly. Jamming his finger between her legs, the men fought as Miri struggled to get keep that finger away from her treasure. Eventually, it was two against one and the thug roughly pushed his finger in. Miri screamed in desperation, but was cut off by the second thug, shoving his pistol in her mouth. She froze in abject terror and allowed herself to be set up straight. The gun was cold and hard against her teeth. She could make out rose-gold filigree dancing around the barrel of the gun. It was some type of revolver, from what she could make out.

“Stop. Fucking. Squirming. Whore.” The second thug gritted out between clenched teeth. She felt a glob of spit land in her hair and felt a certain sting of humiliation. Miri obeyed, allowing the first thug to finger-bang her and the second to roughly grope her tits. She refused to be complicit, so she stayed quiet, no matter how they much **** they gave her.

“Alright, bend her over that bench.” The first thug commanded, pulling his finger out and flicking off her scrumptious pussy juice. As they moved her over, several things happened at once.

“Miri, make five steps in any direction to save yourself,” a seemingly omnipresent voice spoke to Miri, too quiet for the thugs, yet with such insistence Miri didn’t question its origin.

“Miri! Run!” Anders croaked through broken teeth and bones, left eye so swollen it couldn’t open. He had fought to a standing position and dove at the first thug, tackling him to the ground. They landed with a thud, the would-be **** clawing, scraping, and punching Anders who took it like a man as he held firm.

Miri pirouetted on her heels, grabbing the hilt of the gun from the second thug who stood there looking stupid. He was watching the chaos in front of him in surprise and didn’t react until Miri had palmed his weapon.

**** for any hope, Miri fervently wished to be anywhere but here and half-hopped half-stumbled five meters in the opposite direction of the thugs. She turned around and briefly saw the second thug charging her, murderous intent written in his eyes, and the first thug landing a solid cross on Anders’ once handsome face. She screamed and closed her eyes, awaiting the inevitable