After Connor had done so well with the dominant-rough sex scenario, Irina kept on the lookout for more opportunities for her Daddy's sexual amusement and fulfillment. And one cropped up soon after.
Wendy was a classmate of Irina who found her studies not as exciting as the extracurricular homework in her professor's beds. They passed her around and when all became tired of her, they made other plans for their personal advantage. As the daughter of one of the College's Board of Regents, she was susceptible to scandal.
It was rather easy for the predatory professors to collaborate and threaten blackmail. She was pressured into starring in a soft porn video as an inducement to keep her wayward activities confidential. Her role would be the actualization of the everyman's virgin rape fantasy.
She came around to the view that it may not all be bad. Sometimes even she fantasized about being forcefully ravaged; this could be her subconscious way, a Freudian way, of rationalizing her lecherous teachers' abuse. The notions and mantras kept running through her brain.
'It's not my fault... I'm not a bad girl... Just caught in a bad situation.'
So, she gave in... again. But with a new curiosity. Whose cock would she be entertaining this time?
"Which of you will be my rapist co-star?"
The professors explained that they couldn't agree among themselves on the antagonist role, so they sought the services of an outsider. She didn't like the thought of that; the potential of being raped by an oversexed or overacting stranger.
"Okay, but only if you promise this is role-playing and won't involve actual intercourse with a strange man."
"Of course, my dear girl. We're not animals, you know."
On the fateful day, they took her to a remote estate's fenced wood and dressed her up in a fantasy version of the Little Red Riding Hood costume.
"Wait here, your leading man will be by shortly."
They left her alone, sitting on a fallen log. As time passed, she got antsy waiting for the other actor, probably the brawny woodsman or some such.
The sound of rustling leaves broke her tedium and she turned to look down a side path. A figure appeared, mostly naked except for a loincloth and a face mask of the Old Grey Wolf. He spied his quarry and bounded towards her in a simulated four-legged lope. Confounded, she jumped up and started running in the opposite direction; not in a playful way but with real hustle in her stride. He gave chase, a combination of two-legged speed and four-legged charade, purposefully holding back to stretch the scene, filmed from above by a drone-mounted camera.
She weaved and wove down the crooked paths, rounded back through light thickets, and returned to the well-worn trails. He followed close enough to snatch at bits of her costume which had been designed with Velcro strips to sequentially peel away as the chase bore out. Her red hood was the first to go. Her white smock shredded when she got tangled in the brush, nearly stumbled and he closed the distance. It was jettisoned to his clutches and she sprang away. A short time later, a nigh capture was barely avoided when he caught the hem of her skirt. But the Velcro belt clasp duly split as intended and she ran on without it.
