Extreme Live Action Role Playing - A LARP BDSM Story, Part 3: Extreme Live Action Role Playing, #3

By Lorena Darling

On the night of the third day, Tamara is freed from the savages' camp by two players.

Initially full of hope, she is forced to realize that the two have not brought her under their control out of kindness and only want to use her to satisfy their sexual desires. When all prospects of freeing her from the metal construct seem almost lost, another stranger appears, who then rescues her and liberates her from her uncomfortable prison.

At first it seemed as if she had actually met a friendly person, but in the game world of Tinderwood, everyone carries a dark secret. As the game management had also introduced fantasy elements into the LARP, Tamara suddenly finds herself ambushed by mystical creatures who have no other plans than to satisfy their wild urges on her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lorena Darling
• Release date: Mar 19, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224694877

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Not suitable for under 18s!

I don't have a dirty mind.

I just have a sexy imagination.

Prologue

Suddenly he was gone. Hastily, she looked around for him and called his name, but she received no answer. From one moment to the next, she was standing alone in the clearing. It was a beautiful spot, but the disappearance of her previous companion made her uneasy. The day was drawing to a close again and she had found comfort in the thought that she would not have to spend the next night alone.

This comfort had apparently just vanished into thin air.

She called for him once more. He didn't answer, but instead she heard a howl. The sound sent a cold shiver down her spine.

How could that be?

There were no animals bigger than rabbits here, the organizers had told her on the first day. She immediately remembered: she was at a medieval fantasy LARP.

There were creatures here that didn't exist in the real world.

And that could only mean one thing in connection with the howling ...

She didn't dare think about it. But a moment later, when she saw the shadow of something large behind her on the ground in front of her, she had to face the truth.

Like in a cheap horror movie, she slowly turned around and noticed how her hands began to tremble. As much as she had hoped she was wrong, the creatures were now standing in front of her in the flesh. She had turned around completely and was now facing them.

The creatures' bodies were human-like, but their heads were not. Several werewolf creatures standing on two legs glared at her with deep growls and dark flashing eyes. Their powerful bodies were huge and the people under the masks had to be giants. The knowledge of the costume was the only thing that stopped Tamara from panicking, otherwise the threat seemed more than credible. The jaws moved as she knew wolves did, the fur looked real and the postures were perfectly imitated. It wasn't just a costume that the characters had slipped into, it was make-up artistry of the highest order. They were as naked as a werewolf would be, with huge, uncovered penises dangling between their legs.

The foremost werewolf, obviously the alpha animal, approached Tamara with heavy steps and growled menacingly. His mighty, clawed paw grabbed her arm, pulled her towards him and grabbed the collar of the shirt she was wearing. She screamed and screamed again as the lead wolf tore the garment with a mighty yank. Now Tamara was standing there topless again and when he did the same to her trousers, she only had shoes on. She just kept screaming, but the alpha wolf raised her arm in the air as if he wanted to present the prey to his pack. The other wolves' massive dicks slowly straightened up at the sight of the naked woman.

Tamara was now stark naked and in the clutches of a rutting werewolf pack.

1

Earlier on this third day in the Tinderwood

It was still dark when Tamara woke up. She had fallen asleep at some point, still bound in her metal frame. She immediately felt the pressure points on which her body weight had been resting since she had been placed together with the construct. The shaman had come that evening with a few scraps of cloth to stuff between her skin and the metal bars as padding, but she was still hanging with