Haii everyone ;) Short author intro — I’m a 19 y/o lesbian who writes erotica, fiction, scifi, etc. I write whatever I like to fantasize about myself doing, and what I’ve done in my life. I can’t wait to share some (hopefully) fun, naughty stories with everyone!
This story takes place in a 1600s, medieval setting. Think Skyrim, mixed with the raiders of Fallout. Our story starts in a small village, in which quite a few happy families live. A young girl, not a child, but of a ripe pubertal age walks down a path leading into a clearing of trees. She is well put together — a well-formed body, a shapely ass and perky, busty tits contrast her slender body. She is pale, as are the natives of her land. She wears a white blouse, as standard for a girl in her time, not well constructed to hide her body. A clear view of her pointy nipples and busty breasts asserts itself through the thin cloth. In her time, this was not slutty, unusual, nor grotesque. Men nor women showed no concern for her accessories. In her village, it was frequent for women and those who deemed it necessary to travel fully nude.
She boasts naturally red hair, long and flowing down her back. In her waist, she seathes a dagger. She walks gracefully and confidently. She could handle herself in a fight, but was never raised, nor equipped for true combat. However, she’d taken this route a few times. She was destined to a marketplace, one which was scarcely visited due to its distance. She intended to negotiate today, returning nothing but words to her village. Despite a simple, straightforward goal, she was fearful. She’d heard rumors throughout the village of attacks on and near this route. Her parents were confident in her abilities in both fight and flight, and they were desperate for a trade agreement to be settled upon.
As she enters the clearing, she walks into the nearby woods to catch her breath and relieve herself. She sighs in relaxation, enjoying the isolation and privacy. She quickly locates a seemingly innocent leaf to clean herself, using it and throwing it to the side. She held a fear of some day using a leaf of poison ivy. While herbal treatments would easily diminish the itchy effects, she didn’t want her mother to have to apply oils to her anus. As she finishes, she gives herself a naughty, defiant smile, knowing full well her next moves. In her village, young men and women were principled. Women, especially, were taught the atrocities of sexual desires. There was very time for her to explore herself, nor had she ever had a sexual experience with another. She had not had the opportunity to masturbate in weeks, thanks to the openness of her home. She, on occasion, was given a few minutes of play time when she ran into the woods to relieve herself, as she did now, but she never had time to fully explore, let alone orgasm. This was the perfect time.
Allowing her pants to stay at her ankles, she questioningly, defiantly began to lubricate her middle finger. Sliding it down to her vagina, she teasingly rubbed her labia, bringing on a nearly instantaneous quiver of pleasure shooting through her body. Moving forward, as you would walk through a dark, unfamiliar building, she began to insert the palm of her middle finger inside herself. Her tight pussy defied this move, unwilling to let a finger inside without some pressure. This made her nervous — was it supposed to feel like this? Was it supposed to hurt? Determinedly, she wiggled herself in, introducting the mere tip of her finger into herself. She hadn’t been this far inside herself for a long enough time to which she had forgotten it completely — maybe she never had been. While she was not deep enough to stimulate herself quite yet, she was aware of several things — a passerby could possibly see her, as she was not far off the roads. She hadn’t bothered, it wasn’t a popular route. Secondly, she knew nothing but what she’d been told. Secretive discussions with her sisters and friends had defied what they’d been told, defying the idea that masturbation would make you infertile, inflict you with diseases, etc. She knew it was nonsense, and in that moment, could not have cared less whether it was.
As her resolve permitted her to fit her entire middle finger in, she began exploring her cavity. Everywhere she went, prodded, and stretched, she quivered and bit her lip in ecstasy. Eventually coming across her “g-spot”, something whose presence was unknown to her at the time, her vagina became moist, releasing fluids whose meanings nor origins were known to her. Unphased, she continued to rub herself. She could not help but let out a sound of pleasure and happiness as her finger repeatedly made contact with her newly found g-spot.
Seeing the glossy fluid coating her fingers, she could not help but give it a taste. It wasn’t sweet, sour, bitter, nor did it taste like a familiar substance. It tasted only of her, the beautiful, natural tastes of her vagina. She was almost crazed, ravenous of the fluids. Her strict upbringing had had the adverse effects — she wanted to experience everything she was prevented from doing.
Anal sex, even masturbation, was considered a terrible sin in her home village. She pondered the idea, coming to the conclusion that she would not defy everything she’d been taught. What she had done already was sinful, naughty, and would likely lead to her becoming disowned by her parents. Aside from that, she could hardly ponder the idea of putting anything inside of her backend.
Before she could ponder the idea more, she was interrupted by the crunch of a branch behind her. Peering around the tree she was leaned on, a sight of three men came into view. They brandished menacing swords. Who were they? Were they looking for me? As she peered around, she was spotted by the leading man. Knowing full well that the men were likely there to harm her, she ran, lending no time to collect her trousers, nor her dagger. The men were slower than her, but had numbers. Re entering the clearing, they closely kept on her tail, chasing her back into the woods where her dagger lay. She quickly bends over, grabbing the dagger, and sticking it in the neck of one of the bandits. Blood quickly sprays out of the neck, coating her white top and nude legs. Hopeful, she dawns a more defensive stance, prepared to fight two men. Her plans are ruined, however, when another man comes from behind, choking her into unconsciousness.
As she wakes several seconds later, her hands and legs are bound, her mouth gagged. She is in a wagon, laying on the floor. She is surrounded by several men, with one woman in sight, but hearing another. What were they going to do? At this point, she began regretting her decision to kill the man. She was yet alive, and killing the man saved her from nothing, but likely infuriated the rest of the bandits. As the horse-pulled cart slowly trotted on, she could hear a quick exchange between the bandits and, from what she collected, a small group of hunters. Local hunters. She recognized them. Help! Help! She wanted to scream. She could make nothing more than a muffled attempt at sounds due to the thick gag placed deep in her mouth. Desperation, regret, and fear began to sink in. What were they going to do? How can I get out? Questions flipped through her head, fruiting nothing but the most pessimistic of answers. She concluded that they’d resolved to kill her and/or torture her, and that there was no escape.
She was quickly contradicted by the proceeding events. Several men began running their hands over her legs and thighs, grabbing and feeling where they pleased. She raged in protest, shaking, but was only met by a slap. They continued. Her shirt was ripped off, revealing her beautiful breasts and flat stomach. The men began to aggressively fondle her breasts, nipples, and cunt, slapping her, fondling her, spitting on her, and discussing their plans.
She heard a man discussing his interest in her “young, fresh cunt”, another showing interest in her “cute little arsehole”, forcing her legs up to her head to enhance their view. The woman she had sight of, a brunette of similar body structure to her own, states “we’ll have to clean her little shite hole first, she’s a bit unclean.” I looked at the woman, begging with my eyes for sympathy. How could a woman allow this to happen to a young girl? Did she not understand what it meant to be raped, taken advantage of?
She pondered their interest in her vagina, breasts, and anus. The idea of being thrown around by ruthless bandits brought tears to her eyes, bringing her back to staring at the woman. The merciless bandit woman looked her directly in the eyes, making it clear that no sympathy would be given to her. As reinforcement of the fact, the woman spat on her, a sign of disrespect commonly saved for the corpses of bandits, raiders, and looters. Was she so disgusted by this young, innocent girl?
After an hour or so of travel in the bumpy, slow wagon, accompanied by samplings of her body by several of the kidnappers, they halted. Sitting up, she saw a forest of evergreen trees, a pond nearby. It was a truly beautiful sight, and would have been welcome under other circumstances.
The brown-haired woman grabbed the girl by the back of the neck, forcing her out of the cart. The men were not cheerful, excited, and they were not cheering. They seemed relatively somber. Her guess was that they fully intended to rape her, but her murder of a member of their crew infuriated them. She couldn’t even imagine what a group of bandits would do to a young girl under normal circumstances, but a girl that killed one of their own? This thought had been the one travelling throughout her head most along the long trip.
She wore nothing but a frontally ripped blouse, a set of bindings on her arms, and a gag now. The woman pushed her against a tree, holding her chest to it with one hand, pushing aside one of the girl’s arsecheeks with the other. As she could hear, the view of her vagina and anus were celebrated, as a plunder of gold would be. I was their plunder. I was their gold. Why me?
That’s the end of part one!! I’ll try to have part two posted in the next couple days. Let me know what you guys think so far. I tried to get into a lot of things with this writing, “testing the waters” if you will, so I’m open to any/all criticisms. I plan to write quite a few stories, and to continue this saga.
If you have ideas for a new story, or ideas for the current story, please, please let me know in the comments. Keep in mind, I do write my fiction stories mostly based around my personal fetishes and fantasies, so I very rarely will write a story on something I’m not into i.e. pissing and some other stuff. I’ll consider everything, though.
If you really want to help me out, let me know what your favorite assets/parts/fetishes of the story were, and maybe even your least favorites. I can’t promise I’ll leave anything out, or add anything in on request, but I read EVERY comment/message, and I’ll reply to let you know what I think! Thanks again for reading! xoxo
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