The Knight:In the wilderness
From Create Your Own Story
The armor is big and heavy, hanging loose and chafing your skin as you walk, but you dare not remove it. As you walk through the forest, you remember hearing that the bandits are holed up in an old mine, a few miles in this direction. You hope that there aren't too many of them, but you're determined to take them all out.
You hear a stick crack and freeze, drawing the large longsword from its scabbard. You scan the trees, but see nothing. You proceed slowly. As you take another step, you feel something thin press against your ankle. Suddenly, you are ripped from your feet and pulled up into the air by your ankle. You are hanging upside down now, your head four or five feet off the ground. As your swinging lessens, you see the large log that acted as a counterweight for the trap, and the rope going up above your head.
You attempt to slash at the rope holding you up with the sword, but the weapon is heavy and you can't reach it. Several men emerge from the surrounding woods, in ragged leather armor with cruel looking axes and daggers. It's hard to tell while upside down, but you think there are three or four of the men. As they approach, you slash at one with the longsword, and he jumps back, laughing.
"This one has some fight in her!"
"What does she think, she's some kind of knight?"
"Drop that sword, pretty girl. You might hurt yourself."
You slash at the man again as he approaches, but he deflects the strike with his axe and grabs your wrist, twisting the sword from your grasp. His friends circle you, grabbing your arms and holding you still while he slides the chain mail off of you.
"I'll be keeping that, I think." he says. "You're better suited to your skin than to armor, anyway."
The men take a moment to admire your helpless body, before they begin to grope and grasp at you. You try to fight them, but it's only a moment before they have your arms spread wide and you can't stop them.
"Let her down a bit. I want to have a little fun with her." one man says roughly.
Another man goes to the log holding you up, and pushes it up a little. He's only lifting a little weight with you on the other end of the rope, and you are lowered so that your hair is touching the ground. You feel your legs being squeezed and pulled apart, and then a cock enters your pussy from above.
Each man takes his turn with you, filling you up numerous times as you dangle from the rope helplessly. You think there are five men, but can't be sure. As one is pumping away vigorously, you pass out from the blood pressure in your head.
You wake up to darkness, moonlight streaming faintly through the trees. Your arms and legs are bound, and you're lying on your side. You're absolutely filthy. Around you, the men are sleeping noisily, bottles of wine strewn about their campsite.
You glance around, and see no-one awake, so you crawl to one of the men and carefully draw his dagger. You cut the ropes from your hands, and then your feet. Free, and armed with the dagger, you now have an important choice.
