Breaking Curfew (noncon, group, threesome, whatever, really)

[IsabellaRose]

She sat on the edge of her bed wearing just panties and a loose top with no bra, and squeezed her thighs together, but it only made the ache between her legs worse. She was so god damned horny right now and with this stupid curfew due to the riots, she wasn't supposed to leave her house. Hell, people were being detained for gathering together in groups with others. Potential insurrectionists, they said. Secret meetings. The government order was to stay home, stay safe. All she wanted was to be with someone. Anyone. She wanted to feel someone's body, to have the sensation of skin against skin, to be filled with someone's' anatomy.

She wanted lips on hers, the feel of a tongue on her own, on her flesh, between her legs. She wanted to taste someone, fill her mouth with a huge cock or run her tongue over an engorged clit, or anything, anything even remotely sexual involving another human being.

She slid her fingers between her legs and touched herself. It sent an electric thrill through her nervous system, arousal blooming even wider, her entire body alive and begging for the touch of another. 

She rubbed herself slowly, then more vigorously, then felt her body spasm, clench, her eyelids squeezed shut as she made herself orgasm again. She pinched one nipple hard as she rode out the orgasm for a moment, then collapsed back onto her bed. 

It wasn't enough. She had masturbated more times than she could count, but the need kept coming back. It was already coming back now. 

God, she needed a body. She needed human contact.

She needed to fuck.

She straightened her damp panties, pulled on a short skirt and the small white sneakers, then pulled on a hoodie. She looked goofy, with that big bulky hoodie and those long, bare legs, but she was only going out for one thing. Someone out there would fuck her. She was sure of it.

She left her phone behind. The service had been spotty at best, anyway. She hadn't had a signal in three days. She took only her key on an elastic band around her wrist. Anything else would be more than she needed.

She was out the door and into the narrow alley, looking for someone, anyone.

[Huginn Blue]

The anger made them sick. The sheer unfairness of it all, the revolting conditions the population was forced to endure, the humiliation. That corrupted government wanted them on their knees, treated them like cattle. WE ARE NOT CATTLE! Tom wanted to screen, but getting caught meant torture and death, which was probably the fate of so many of his friends, or so he assumed after they just disappeared.  

Tonight, it should had been about planning and revenge. About pay back and taking control of what belonged to them, have they not been betrayed. Someone sold them out, surely, and in the middle of their secret meeting, the building was suddenly swarmed by drones.

They all knew the risk and they all knew the drill: Each man for himself. Separated, each had a better chance.  Tom and Tim, however, were inseparable. All the brothers had was each other.

So they ran, jumped, climbed, hid. It was over two hours ago, and Tom, the oldest, was still not sure if it was safe. Anyway, they were so far from home by now that going back was the worst thing they could do. Better to hide in the narrow alleys and wait for dawn. During the day, they were just citizens. At night, they were the enemy of the state. They were rebels.  

Tom was strong, fit, short brown hair, dominant personality. A leader. Tim was thin and joyful, long black hair and beard, a funny extrovert who just wanted to be free and live and easy life. And they were both perverts, of course.

When they hid in this silent, dark alley, trying to figure out what to do for the next few hours or where to go, they were suddenly surprised to see another person. No one was supposed to be outside. No one, but the rebels. No one, but the outcast, the defiant, the thieves and prostitutes. It was a girl.

The brothers carefully walked towards her, in silence, staring at her feminine shape and her exposed legs.

Tom took off his shirt, exposing his muscular torso.

“We have no money or place to go … so … either turn around and disappear, or strip.” He whispered.

Tim started to unbutton his jeans.