4 comments/ 10508 views/ 9 favorites Estrella War XXX Ch. 01: Kidnapped By: SalaciousSins **This story is completely a figment of my imagination. Any similarities to anyone alive or not are purely coincidental and should be treated as such. And please be a little gentle... it is my first story.** The porn year. I was definitely looking forward to it. Work, family, kids... All of it was staying behind. This was my time to just forget and blend in with others that were just as crazy as I am. Let me stop for a moment and explain a few things. Estrella War is held by those that play in the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism). It's a camping adventure where you live as if you were in the Renaissance time. We do have a few amenities, but we dress, camp and fight. There are other activities. But I am not going to explain the full depth of the SCA. My truck was packed to the brim. My period tent, bed, cooler with food, and anything else I felt I may need for a week of camping. I was extremely happy that my phone would also be off for that whole week. I get to just forget. I have been looking forward to this year's war. The whispers of others also calling it the porn year. Yeah, this was definitely my year. So there I was, on site. My entrance fee paid and my token around my neck. I return to my truck and make my way through the farm to the spot marked with an X on my map. After a few weird turns I am there. Pulling my truck up I can't help but to get out and just take it all in. You can hear others. The soft talk in the distance, the clink of stakes being driven into the ground. My eyes closed, I can just feel the stresses of the electronic age fading into the abyss of background noise. Taking a deep breath I open my eyes and begin the long task of making camp. Piles of my belongings are now spread out on the ground. 'Stupid period tent. This would be so much easier with a regular store bought tent. But no, I have to blend in a bit.' Poles, stakes, gloves, sledge hammer and every cuss word I can think of... Now where does a girl find an extra pair or two of hands? 'Mmmmm victims.' "Dear Sir" I call out to the two gentleman walking by, "Do you guys thing you can help me a little? This tent requires more than one person and I am here alone." I put on my best damsel in distress tone, a bit of my southern drawl coming through to give them a little extra push. "Pretty please?" The two guys look at each other and shrug. The dark hair gentleman has a glimmer in his eye that I caught but think nothing about. "Of course my lady." About 15 or 20 minutes later my tent is staked in the ground and it looks good. I rummage through my piles of belongings and unbury one of my coolers. Pulling it out and opening the lid I turn to them... "Care for a cool refreshment of your choice?" I had Gatorade, soda and alcohol all on ice. Each one picked a drink and thanked me. "If there is anything I can do to repay you, let me know." I said to them as they started to return to their previous plan. "Oh. Definitely." The dark haired gentleman called over his shoulder. A shiver ran through me because the tone was different. It was dark, secretive, and promising. 'Oh, yes please' I think. I love being one of the first ones in. The first day there, I spend about 3 hours arranging my tent to how I want it. Finally, the last piece of society is stripped off as I close the tent and remove my clothes. I could run around naked and not care. But there will be families. There will be others whose sensibilities might be rocked a little. I sit in my chair just enjoying being naked. I pick out my most durable and rustic garb. The pants slide on without an issue and a tunic over top. With a simple belt, the look is finished. Pulling my hair in a ponytail I head out grabbing my gloves and sledge hammer in search of others that need help setting up. The day went by in a blur. The darkening skies whispering sunset across the land as fires were started and people began returning to their camps. I had gotten dinner from the last person I helped and I wasn't worried about heading to my camp for dinner. I notice headlights coming in from the main gate of the site and watch where they park angling myself towards them. I might as well help, with night so close, they would need it. It was a sweet couple with a child. I helped them set up. And by helping, I mean I was more keeping the little one entertained while they set up. We sat there and played castles and dragons and the princess saved the castle. I could feel their eyes on the back of me as I sat there on the ground playing with a 4 year old. I was the bumbling fairy that kept messing up her magic. The little girl thought it was funny. I felt a hand on my shoulder... "Thank you." The dad said. "No problem. I am going to head back to camp before it gets too dark." I stood up brushing off dirt and grass. "Ya'll have a great night and I will see you around!" Without looking back or waiting I headed towards my camp. Night time had quickly consumed the land and I was without any light. I looked up in hopes of a moon, but that small sliver in the sky was not enough light. "Ow! F... ugh" I cried out as I stepped into a pothole. It was enough to jar me without really hurting me. I didn't quite make it to my tent. There is this treeline I had to walk through and that's where my porn year begins. It happens so quickly that I didn't even have time to cry out. Hands came from behind me covering my mouth and pulling me towards his body. The sudden jerk caused me to drop my sledge hammer on the ground. "Don't scream and we won't hurt you... Much." He growled softly in my ear. My back is solidly against his chest. I could tell he was much taller and stronger than I was. I was scared, but excited at the same time. I wondered if this was the dark haired man from earlier. But then his words sank in. "we" I was pulling against his strong arms to try and get free, but he had me. Right now I was going to make them work for it. I didn't know who they were and as much excitement that I fantasized about, I wasn't sure I am ready for this reality. I fight back by being dead weight and drop to the ground. He seemed a bit surprised at the move, but it is a mistake. There was another guy in front of me. I didn't get a chance to look up and see who it was before I was blinded with a hard slap across my cheek. And boy are those stars bright. "No more playing around. Let's go." My hands are forced behind my back as a blindfold wrapped around my face and covering my eyes. Then a gag, feels like a bandana, is forcibly shoved in my mouth and tied roughly. I am now theirs. I know there are at least 3, but I don't know who. I try to struggle against them, but every move I make to get free is met with my arm being wrenched higher behind my back to the point that I am walking on my tip toes. I am a bit disoriented and began paying attention a little too late to remember the path we had taken. But it isn't long. I am pushed towards the ground landing hard on my side and barely able to keep my head from hitting the ground. Strong hands grab my ankles and I felt course rope being secured around them. I wiggle and try to kick at whoever is attempting to tie my feet, but another blinding smack across my cheek convinces me to cease. I feel another rope connect my wrists to my ankles and possibly tied to something staked in. Silent tears fall into the blindfold from the sting and the situation I have now found myself in. The men whisper to each other, but I can't really tell what they are saying or who they are. I lay there knowing that I am now theirs... and I didn't know for how long. Time moved slowly but apparently the men had decided what they were going to do with me. "Do as you are told and it will be less painful." He whispers in my ear as he unties the connecting rope that ran from my wrists to my ankles. I stretch out a little, my body a little stiff from all the work I had done today, then being stuck in one position for a time is not helping. "Good girl." His soft tone sent a shiver through me. Oh yeah. This is going to be my porn year. My body already humming with excitement. His hands slid down my pants leg to my ankle. My ankles are still tied, as I felt his hands spread them lightly and rope wrapping around one ankle and then the other separately. Yeah, I don't think he was taking any chances. Once they were tied individually he removes the bindings and the ropes are pulled so that my legs were opened in a Y. I can't help but to whimper. My heart is racing and the desire and heat between my legs just continues to grow exponentially. This is really going to happen. I am pushed into a sitting position so that they can have access to my wrists and they do the same with them that they did with my ankles. Awkwardly I am pulled to my feet by my ropes. A strong hand grabbing me by the throat and pushing me backwards until a pole stops me. My bound hands are then secured above my head. "Spread your legs" he whispered in my ear. I swallow hard and shake my head no. Again, his hand lands solidly on my cheek. I want this but how am I going to be stable enough to stay upright? This is my secret and very dark desire. But I can't just let myself give in. I feel my legs being tugged further apart and I did my best to not panic. When they stop I try to pull them together to stand up, but the ropes are securely in place. It isn't too uncomfortable, I just can't stand or sit. I am trapped. I am theirs. And I am extremely excited. "You might not want to fight on this one." He whispers in my ear, his cheek lightly touching mine... "I don't want to cut you by accident." And that's when I feel the cold steel pressed lightly to my neck. "It will only take a minute" as the blade trails to my neck and into the curve of my tunic. The warmth of his body being replaced with the cool night air and the cold hard steel. I can feel the tug of the fabric and hear the ripping as he cuts my tunic straight down the front. My whimpers are soft. I tremble not out of fear, but excitement. Soon they would figure it out and who knows how much further this will go. In response to my whimpers I feel a strong hand encircle under my neck pressing me up and back. I try to remain silent, but my shaking just increases as the tip of the blade continues to be pulled along my delicate skin. "MMMmmmmm what do you think?" guy one said. "Looking good." says guy 2. The tunic is now fully cut away. They are rags now. I don't have to see to know. The blade trails over my sensitive stomach. I shiver at the possibility. The waist of my pants is pulled out and the familiar sound of ripping fabric fills the night air. I am left bound and standing in nothing but my bra. "Oh lookie here boys. She's not wearing any panties." says the guy with the knife. His hand roughly cupping my tender flesh, his middle finger sliding up inside me. "oohhh and she's all wet. We found a good one this year." And then as quickly as his hand was there, it was gone. With a few tugs of the knife, my bra is cut free. I stand there, naked and open to them and nothing I can do about it. Three that I know of, but who knows if there is anyone else. The hand that has my throat releases me and I take a deep breath in. Absently I tug at my bound wrists. But none of this hides the feeling of their eyes taking me in and all I want to do is hide. Then it begins. Rough hands groping my breasts, pinching my nipples so hard I want to scream. But with that pain, comes an unexpected surprise... it sends electricity straight to my pussy. I can't believe how badly I want their touch, their pain. My back archers towards the rough hands begging for more. I hear a soft male chuckle. "Look here boys... we having a willing participant this year. Our own personal slut." The rough hands trail down my sides and thighs. I can feel someone kneeling before me his warm breath at my core. "Mmmm and I love a slut that knows how to maintain herself." His hands sliding over my mound, feeling how short I keep myself trimmed. His fingers trailing over the lips of my pussy, I can't help but to groan. I don't know if I want him to keep going or to stop. Then the wait is over as he roughly slides what feels like 3 fingers up deep inside me. "Oh" comes out as a muffled moan. But I can't help this reaction. Every fiber in me screams for more. "She's so nice and hot. We won't need to warm her up." His fingers thrust in and out a few more times before they are gone. I whimper begging to be filled again, but before I can protest, his mouth covers my pussy as he begins to lick and devour. I can't help but to groan and push towards his mouth wanting more. He spreads the lips of my pussy and thrusts his tongue in deeper. Fingers then slide into me as he devours. Moaning into the gag I try desperately to arch towards him begging for more than he was giving. In that moment, he bites down on my clit and I all but scream into the gag. Breathless in pain and pleasure he stops his assault on my clit. "She's a wanton little wench. Very responsive." Says guy 1. While rough hands is eating me, guy 1 squeezes my breast painfully before biting one of my nipples. I am pulling against my restraints wanting more, wanting to be taken roughly and quickly. Wanting to escape, yet wanting them keep going. But they are taking their sweet time. I can feel someone behind me, "mmmm" I hear guy 3 leaning in my ear. "Such a nice ass... I wonder..." His hands begin massaging my ass as his finger teases around the rim. I am panting, my body screaming to be taken, to be used, yet they merely tease. I can feel my body building towards climax, writhing trying to take them all in and yet getting nothing. "Enough." A strong deep voice breaks through my veil of pleasure, someone new. And someone that sounds like he is the one in charge, the leader. "She is not allowed to cum before our needs." His voice was strong and confident... and this leader truly excited me in the darkest of ways. All of a sudden I am cold. The warm bodies that so readily fueled my own inner heat, is now gone as they are no longer near me. I want to scream, cry out in protest... or something. But the silence is frightening and deafening. I feel like prey and that if I move in the slightest way, that I am done. I can feel his presence moving closer to me but never touching. His gaze takes in ever inch and I can't help but to blush a deep crimson. Moments feel like an eternity. "Yes." That single word from him is like I can still continue with this dark fantasy, like the air is cut with a knife and I can breathe again. I relax in my restraints. I don't know what the yes means, but it means this adventure is not over, but just beginning. My body still hums with excitement, but the presence of the Leader is now gone. I can breathe... or at least I think I can. It feels as if the Leaders approval just gave the men permission to continue their assault on my body. There are hands all over me. Rough, hunger, dark passion with even darker promises... My brain and body just go into a bit of sensory overload. "MMmmm we have been looking forward to this year... and what a delicious treat to start our war out with you. Spoils from an easy plunder." Guy 1 says, the others joining in to laugh. I don't quite get the joke but it doesn't matter... Without warning fingers plunged deep into my pussy causing me to cry out into the gag, my body arching up as I go on my tiptoes. He is harsh and rough but the heat of my body welcomes the intrusion. My body is being shifted so that Guy 2 could get behind me, one of his hands reaching around taking me by my neck arching me more towards him. Now, please be patient with me on this part. Because being taken by several at the same time I don't know what came first other than my body just yielding completely... I can feel Guy2 was behind me, his one hand on my neck, the pressure was tight, but just enough to breathe if I didn't fight, but his other hand was guiding his erect penis to my ass. I could feel something slick on his erection right before he begins to press into me. It is like a well choreographed session because in one hard thrust, I have fingers deep inside me, my ass completely filled with the guy behind me and I can't move. All I could do was stand there and take it. The rhythm is slow and relentless. My whole body is on fire begging for release, but as my body trembles, they both stop. I groan slightly, but still trapped. Hands slide out of me only to be replaced with Guy 1's very thick and hard dick. A small squeak of pain escapes me as they thrust in sync inside my hot and wet core. I just can't take any more. Gasping for breath as they pump harder, deeper... I can only whimper. Lost in a whirlwind of erotic sensations, my body filled beyond what it has ever taken. I can barely breathe. Gasping under his strong hand I give into the two men. They continue to drive hard inside me, my moans and my body betraying me. I can feel their speed and thrust increasing into a frenzy as they near their climax. I can feel my own climax building wishing only for them to push me over the edge ... Their grunts and groans increasing, I can feel as they both tense, each climaxing a few moments from the other. This final act of feeling my body used to their pleasure, my climax is right there. But before I could both pull out of me leaving me hanging from my wrists... Empty, cold, weak and longing for completion. Only then do I hear that the Leader had not left, that he is here and watching everything. "Ahhhh, my little poppet. I said our needs will be met first. Keep in mind I have special plans for you." I can feel him close to me leaning in to whisper in my ear, a hand tracing on my tattoo... "I know more about you than you want anyone to know." I shiver, weeping behind the blindfold. Tears of fear. Tears of frustrations... Tears of anticipation...