A story I wrote and published on Literotica back in 2023. Kylie joins a medieval fantasy LARP, and she's the only girl there. Thought I'd share it here.

Disclaimer: this story is based on my own fantasies as a CMNF sub. I like playing into gender role dynamics of male power vs female submission, and this story will feature quite a bit of that. Just a heads up if that's not your cup of tea 🙂

Chapter 1:

"So, it's like improvisational theater?" I asked, sitting in the now empty college classroom. Class had ended, but Malcolm and I were still talking.

"Yeah, LARP is pretty much similar. Live Action Role Play is what it stands for. It's basically a Dungeons and Dragons tabletop, but in real life."

My geeky eyes were shining behind my glasses. A girl like me, brought up on Harry Potter, Narnia, Lord of the Rings--a geek, to put it simply, could not dream of something more interesting. I would always make these Elven warrior characters in RPG fantasy games and assume the role--now I could literally be one. Well, not literally, but close to it.

The concept of LARP was simple. A group of people meet in a certain place for a few days, where they pretend to be characters in a fictional setting, dress like them and act like them. Malcolm and his gang had been doing it for a few years, and I had recently befriended them due to our common geeky tastes. Most of my friends throughout my life had been guys anyway--it's not like guys would run after me for dating and sex, not with with my fashion style more conservative than a young girl in a Catholic school's, big glasses, my most daring hairstyle being my typical ponytail, and the fact that I was such a nerdy bookworm that I was the very essence of "not sexy."

Not like I didn't try. Part of me sometimes wanted to wear skimpier clothing and makeup; to feel sexy and feel the attention of boys, but I never really found the courage for it. I was stuck in that bookworm girl since high school. But hey, it made me friends with guys like Malcolm and his gang, who certainly weren't complete nerds like me either. They were more on the "cool geek" side, where you wouldn't be able to tell they were geeky at first glance. They all had some semblance of style unlike me, and were generally attractive enough that easily swayed me was having a different crush on a different one every week, including Malcolm.

"So you're in?" he asked.

"Are you kidding? Of course I'm joining!"

The guys had spent enough time with me to know I was every bit a sword and sorcery fan as they were, so they invited me to their once-in-every-three months LARP session. Malcolm's family owned a large area of farmland with a forest adjacent to it. He and the gang had built a few simple wooden structures there, and the two opposing sides, consisting of about 15 each, would raise tents together, effectively creating encampments. The immersion was going to be incredible.

Malcolm and I left the classroom and met with Ryan and Mark, who were delighted to hear I was coming. As we were entered Ryan's dorm room to hang out there, Mark turned to me.

"Oh, one thing, Kylie," he said. "Just so you know what to expect, we're all guys over there. You're definitely the first time a girl's ever joined."

I shrugged. I was used to being the only female among men. Being the only one among 30 was definitely unusual, but I could handle it just fine.

"So what character do you want to role play?" Ryan asked.

That was the beauty of LARP, you could become someone you weren't--a mage, a mercenary, a sorcerer. I decided I'd be an Elven warrior, and the story would be that I had joined the Red Mercenaries--one of the two opposing groups of fifteen, to fight the Blue Mercenaries. Obviously we'd fight with foam weapons. Suddenly, that got me thinking.

"Shit, I don't have any costume though," I remarked. Malcolm had shown me pics of their costumes and armors, and they were super elaborate. After all, total immersion was expected. No phones, no modern objects, only historical/fantasy costumes and props were allowed. "Should I buy one?"

"Don't worry," Malcolm said, "I have at least five spare costumes and armor at the ranch. We'll find you something."

I knew the costumes armors were all super masculine though, and that wasn't quite what I had in mind for my character. I was thinking of a beautiful, feminine Elf like Arwen more than a tomboy Viking--the femininity was something I really wanted to lean into, but hey, it was my first LARP. I could always get a better costume for the second one. What was certain, was that there would be a second one for sure. I knew I was going to have fun.

I had no idea just how much fun it was going to be.

We drove to Malcolm's ranch in the weekend. As described to me by the others, it was an enormous piece of land, more than adequate to be the setting for a medieval fantasy adventure. In the distance, I could already see the blue encampment, ours, and the red encampment, that of our "enemies."

"So the story-line is simple," Collin said as I walked with Malcolm and Ryan past the ranch house, and towards the wooden cabin where Malcolm kept all his props and armor for the LARP events. "We're the Blue Mercenaries and we fight against the Red Mercenaries. The reason for the fight is because we're both fighting for larger kingdoms, we're paid by them, basically. But since we're not bound by loyalty to them, any number of options can happen."

"So we might have a diplomatic solution with the Reds?" I asked.

"Sure," Ryan answered. "It all depends on the role-play. We may ally, have a truce, etc. The story-line has been going for years, and it evolves based on the sum of our choices as players. It evolves organically."

"And the role-play?"

"Simple enough. Once you have your costume, you'll be in character, and the role-play begins. We address each other as our characters and act like them, but if you really need to say something in real life, you just use the code-word: out of game, and we'll know the role-play is dropped momentarily."

That part got me the most excited: being in role-play for a whole weekend without dropping character, talk about immersion and method acting. I couldn't wait to get out of this modern world and enter a medieval one. I also couldn't wait to get out of my clothes. Of course, I was expecting a cool armor to replace them, but I'd soon be proven wrong.

We entered the wooden cabin, and Malcolm looked for a few minutes, but then he came back with a concerned look on his face.

"We got a bit of a problem," he said. "I always have spare armor in case newbies join for the first time, but I've been told there were more than usual this time around. We're out of spare armor."

"Shucks," I said. I had really wanted to role-play as a badass warrior. "Ok then, do you just have some medieval clothes?"

Malcolm shook his head, not knowing what to do. "Nothing," he said. "Literally the only piece of costume left, if we can call it that, is this." He pointed to some iron restraints on the ground: ankle cuffs held together by a chain, wrist cuffs also held together by a chain, and a collar.

"Ah, fuck" Ryan said. "This is a problem, eh?"

I stepped in, trying to find a solution. "Don't you have anything at all? Just a tunic, it can be the simplest one ever. Heck, I don't really have any obsession over playing a warrior. I'll be a maid, or a servant, I can just wear a really simple tunic."

Malcolm explained to me that they were literally out of all the tunics and costumes they had in the place. It was starting to dawn on me that the weekend might be ruined for me, and that I'd have to come back three months later. I had looked forward to the whole immersion thing--the chance to lose myself in a different world, but without a costume, this was starting to look impossible.

"Guess there's only one option left," Malcolm said. "You'll just enter the game zone with your modern clothing Kylie. I'll issue a statement that we made an exception because of a mistake."

My heart sank in my chest. "What? But that's going to ruin it!"

Ryan put a supportive hand on my shoulder. "Don't sweat it, Kylie, honestly, it's not that important."

"Not important?! The whole point of this thing is to create the most immersive atmosphere. I'm gonna look out of place and ruin it all with my 2020's look!"

"What else are we gonna do?" Collin asked. "We invited you to join, you drove all the way here. Least we can do is accommodate you."

This wasn't accommodation, it was betraying the entire nature of what the LARP was. I couldn't destroy the fantasy setting by entering with my modern clothes on.

"Then guys, you know what?" I said. "I think I'll leave and drive back home. I'll get myself a costume and come back for the next session in three months."

"Kylie..." they said, despondent.

"No, for real, I'd feel much better this way than by ruining the entire vibe. Honestly, I was already feeling iffy about being the only girl. You had this whole guys' thing going on, and I was going to barge in as a girl. I want to do it even less now that I'm gonna have to keep my modern look."

The guys looked super disappointed, but they couldn't do anything but shrug. Malcolm apologized for the inconvenience, and I assured them it wasn't a big deal. I left the wooden cabin and began walking back to my car.

Truth is, it was a bigger deal than I admitted to their faces. I had hyped myself up for weeks--looking forward to the event like crazy. Role-playing in a medieval fantasy setting was a dream about to come true. Now it was postponed by three months.

I told myself three months was not that much, but I couldn't believe it. Fuck man... I was THERE, at the location, the experience I had waited for and hyped myself up over was right in front of me, but I couldn't have it.

And that's when I stopped. An idea crossed my mind. The craziest damn idea I had ever had. An idea so crazy, I couldn't believe I was seriously considering it, and yet, I was.

I didn't want to give up on this weekend. I really, REALLY wanted to experience that LARP. With my heart racing, I turned back and walked to the wooden cabin, entering energetically as the aloof, despondent guys were discussing how it sucked that I had to go.

"Kylie?"

"I have a solution," I declared, pointing to the cuffs and chains Malcolm had shown.

"I'll wear those."

"It won't make your clothes look any more medieval, Kylie."

I took a deep breath. Telling them my idea was going to take a lot of courage. "You're not getting it, are you?"

****

The Blues were gathered at their encampment. A large wooden table was in the center of the camp, and the fifteen men were discussing their plans for the weekend--debating whether they would try to fortify their defensive strategy, take the offensive to the Reds, or come to a diplomatic solution. All of this however, was being done "off-game." The Blues weren't talking as the in-universe Blues, but as the real-life people. The game officially started in 10 minutes, at which point they would have to switch into character.

"So I heard that friend of yours is coming," one of the guys said, addressing Malcolm's gang. Of the fifteen Blues, seven were of the group of friends of Malcolm that I was also a part of. "The girl," he added.

Milo, one of my friends, confirmed to everyone that I was indeed coming.

"That's cool, we've never had a girl in the game," one of them said, and the entire assembly nodded in approval.

"What is she going to play as?" another asked. "It would be cool if we could have a seductress. She could role-play as a kind of geisha, and use seduction methods to thwart the Reds."

"Come on guys," Milo said. "It's not cool to jump to the conclusion that she should use seduction just because she's a girl. As a matter of fact, she'll be playing a warrior."

"Is she gonna be wearing super skimpy armor?" another one of the guys asked, causing a few chuckles across the table. "I don't wanna sound sexist but like, female warriors in fantasy are always half-naked."

It was now Henry's turn to come to my defense--he was also one of my good friends that I hung out with as the only girl in the gang. He said: "Ok, let's make something clear, guys. Kylie's more of a nerd and a geek than any of us here. She's a bookworm library dweller type of girl--showing her ankles is too sexual and daring for her. That's how she is and you're all gonna have to respect that. Not only is she going to be a warrior, and fight among us as an equal, she's gonna be wearing one of the typical armors Malcolm has."

"I don't know man," one of the guys said, obviously disappointed. "We have a girl in the game for once, and she's gonna be a warrior like the men, act like the men and dress like the men. Wouldn't it have been cooler if the fact she's a girl was emphasized more?"

Milo shrugged. "She decides her character, not us. As far as we're concerned, we'll treat her like she's just one of the men. No making her feel separate or unique as the only female, O.K?"

The assembly would have nodded, if it wasn't for the sudden whispering going across the table. A few were looking over in the distance, in the direction where the wooden cabin was. Everybody looked over in that direction, and began whispering more.

Everyone's jaws dropped. Especially that of the guys in my gang, like Milo and Henry. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Malcolm was approaching along with Ryan and Collin, but there was someone else with them. Someone half of the assembly had never seen. That someone was a girl.

And that girl had metal cuffs on her ankles, held together by a chain, more cuffs on her wrists which were chained together behind her back, with a collar around her neck...

And nothing else. She was wearing nothing else. Only these metal restraints and chains. Otherwise, she was totally naked, bare as the day she was born, her bare feet walking on the grass, her breasts completely exposed, every inch of her body completely vulnerable and totally offered to the fifteen male gazes around the table.

They reached the table. The girl was flushed, breathing hard, and was looking down with an obvious air of extreme shyness, even shame, on her face.

"Please welcome Kylie to the game," Malcolm said.

***

"Ok..." Malcolm said. This was after I had returned in the wooden cabin and given them my solution to our conundrum. "You claim that you're actually willing to... to be completely naked for an entire weekend, around 30 guys, 7 of whom are your every day friends, wearing only these restraints. I'll buy that for a second. But what is the in-universe explanation for you being kept naked while we're clothed and armored?"

I told them we still had 40 minutes before the game started, so we had time to sit down and brainstorm. So that's what we did. We sat down, and ideas began being thrown around.

"Maybe you're a kind of druid," Ryan said, "and you have to stay naked so you're more connected to nature. Nudity connects you to Mother Nature, and you draw your power from her."

I made sure to be polite and not tell him how lame I found the idea. I just shook my head and said: "I'm not into druid or magical characters."

Collin's idea was that I'd be nude because it was simply in my character's religion or culture to consider nudity normal. I just sighed at the idea.

"But that wouldn't explain the chains and collars," I said.

"Then don't wear them. Just be nude if you don't want to break immersion with your modern clothes."

"But if I'm just nude, it won't look or feel specifically medieval. Iron chains and a collar will." The guys didn't seem to understand that I didn't just want to be nude, I wanted to be nude... and chained and collared. I really wanted those.

I made it seem as is if I wanted those for the "medieval, ancient look" factor of the irons and the chains, but the truth was... Well, I wanted them for another reason altogether, but I couldn't just admit it to them.

I noticed Malcolm's thinking expression. When I asked him if he had an idea, he was very hesitant to say it. "It's a really stupid idea, I don't think you'll like it..."

"Well say it and I'll decide if I like it or not."

He seemed kind of hesitant. "Well I was just thinking... it's a medieval setting right? Values are different. And we're all male warriors, a male-only mercenary band. Maybe they just look down on your character because she's a woman. They don't take the idea of a female warrior seriously, so they admit her into the war-band on the condition that she has to be kept naked and chained."

I listened intently. "Like a status symbol?" I asked. "Of me being inferior?"

"Right. Something like that, but it's a really dumb idea, forget about it."

The other two agreed. "You came here to be a warrior, to be empowered," Ryan said. "Your nudity should empower you somehow. The druid idea at least does that."

"Yeah," Collin added. "Forget about the chains, Kylie, no one will care."

"I'm not letting go of the chains," I declared, almost snapping at them, as I snapped out of my thoughts. I had replayed Malcolm's idea in my head a few times, and my instincts were all flared up. "Let's go with Malcolm's," I said. "I want that one."

The guys gave me a dumbfounded look. "Huh? Why?"

"Because it's... it's..." I felt my cheeks go red with embarrassment. "I know it's gonna sound weird but... it's kind of hot."

"Hot?" they said, and I instantly covered my face with my hands out of embarrassment.

"Urgh..." I groaned. "Yeah. I don't know, there's just something kind of hot about a girl trying to join a male group, and they keep her chained up and naked. Keep her in her place, submissive and everything."

"Do you have submissive fantasies?" Collin asked.

"Always did. It's my biggest turn on. I always get aroused at the thought of men subjugating me." I noticed how they were looking at me like they were staring at an alien. "What?"

"Nothing," Malcolm said. "It's just that it's a bit of a surprise coming from you. We didn't think you were..."

"What? Capable of sexuality? I know I'm an asexual looking bookworm, but I have a sexual side too, you know? I'm more than just this side of me you always see, I'm more than... than this." I looked down at my good-girl, model student clothing, and groaned.

So I got up, took off my shoes, my socks, pulled down my pants, and on I went, until I was completely naked in front of my male friends. I had never felt so liberated, and taking all that clothing off was such a relieving feeling that I didn't even have time to feel embarrassed.

"Chain me up," I said.

***

"Please welcome Kylie to the gang."

They did. I returned their greeting, flushed and aroused beyond my mind. It was crazy to have fifteen male gazes ogling your completely naked body, seven of whom were your everyday friends. I even saw one or two of my classmates in the rest of the group.

"So, here's some heads up for the role-play," Malcolm said. "Kylie's character is called Ellewine, she's an elven warrior who wanted to join the Blues. We accepted her, but we're a medieval society, right? And all males at that. We figured the most immersive thing would be to be straight up sexist about it, hence..." He looked at me.

Hence keeping the only girl completely naked and chained up, I thought. No need to hide the obvious.

"So, remember," Ryan said. "In game, we're keeping her naked and chained as a status symbol to keep her inferior and humiliated. The roleplay is that she wants to be one of the men, but we're not letting her. Got it?"

Everyone nodded. Well, it was now time to officially start the game. Everyone went into their characters, and they began speaking about the battle plans not as players in a LARP event, but as genuine soldiers in a genuine medieval setting.

Malcolm gestured for me to sit down on one of the chairs, but I refused. It wouldn't have fit the roleplay we were going for, with me being kept inferior as the warband's only female. I didn't want to be one of the men, or even feel like that, I wanted to feel completely kept apart and segregated. Much of it was already working: being kept completely naked while all the men were fully clothed, it gave me such a strong sense of being kept apart and segregated within a power hierarchy where I was the lowest. But I needed more.

I leaned towards Ryan, and noticed how it made all eyes turn towards my ass. The guys right next to me could have easily given it a perfect slap if they wanted to. "Is there anywhere you keep food and drinks?" I asked.

Ryan pointed to a red tent. I entered it and prepared a tray of fifteen drinking cups in which I poured some beer. I emerged out of the tent looking exactly how I wanted to look: naked, chained and collared, a tray in my hands like a good, obedient servant girl.

It was so extremely hot to walk around the table, feeling the constant gaze of fifteen men, fully clothed, eyeing my entire nudity up and down, as I served them their drinks. The craziest part was whenever I reached my guy friends.

Understand this: these were my male friends that I was part of the gang with. My guy friends I went to class to and hung out with were seeing me completely naked, and by the way they kept looking, barely able to focus, I could tell they were enjoying what they were seeing.

It was crazy, I was discovering a new aspect of me that I didn't know existed. It was like there was an inner slut in me that had just awoken.

I gave a drink to Mark, who took it and smiled politely at me, trying to act all casual, like nothing strange was happening.

"Thank you," he said.

Thank you? Really? He just said thank you? That polite niceness alone almost turned me off, but I just shrugged it off and focused on the situation: I was the only girl among fifteen guys, and I was naked and chained up. I had always had fantasies of being kept naked around powerful men, and I was finally getting to experience those fantasies.

I walked over to the end of the table, and stood next to Collin, putting my hands behind my back in an obedient pose, like a guard at the ready, but instead of male guard in armor holding a weapon, it was a vulnerable, naked girl presenting her fully bared nudity. Suddenly, I had an idea. I turned to Collin.

"Sir?" I asked. "I have some suggestions for the battle plans."

Everyone around the table stopped talking. It seemed all the attention was constantly on me, and the moment I opened my mouth, everyone went silent.

"Go ahead, Ellewine," one of the mercenaries said. "You are also a warrior. Let's hear you out."

I looked at them with genuine disbelief. Were guys really this fucking dumb?

"You know what?" I said. "Forget it."

So, the men just awkwardly said "O.K" and went back to discussing the battle plans. I pouted silently in my corner. Don't get me wrong, I was still enjoying the arousal of being exposed, and the subtle feeling of submission, but it was too subtle. I needed more.

Eventually, the battle plan assembly was over. The LARP event always started in the evening for the first day, so the first day was actually only a half day, and everyone went back to their tents. Malcolm was kind enough to allocate an entire tent only to me, as they didn't think I'd want to spend the night, alone and naked, with a guy. And that was the problem, really. They were being way too kind.

My gang had an entire large tent to themselves, and I could hear them role-playing inside as jolly mercenaries drinking and feasting together. I entered the tent and snapped my fingers, calling for attention.

"Oh, Ellewine," Sam said.

"No, no, stop the roleplay for a second, no Ellewine," I said, annoyed. I placed myself in front of them, naked, but armed with a dominant air of anger that made me feel like I was towering over them, and they were clearly feeling intimidated. Few things are as scary as feminine anger after all, and no amount of nudity and chains can mitigate it.

"Are you alright, Kylie?"

"You seem annoyed."

"Oh, do I?!" I snapped. "Guys... what the fuck?"

They seemed completely oblivious to why I was angry. Ryan asked me what was wrong.

"What's wrong is that you guys said this is about immersing ourselves into a role-playing atmosphere and committing to our roles. But you're not keeping to the script when it comes to me! I'm supposed to have joined your mercenary band thinking I'd be one of you, and you guys are supposed to be a bunch of sexist, medieval chauvinists! You're literally KEEPING ME NAKED AND CHAINED BECAUSE I'M NOT A MAN!"

"Well... yeah..." Marty said. "You're kept naked and collared, I don't what else we're supposed to do..."

I groaned audibly, and this was genuinely intimidating them. I was usually the soft spoken, nerdy girl they knew. Now they were looking at a savage, naked, chained up woman with fury in her eyes.

"Act the damn part, guys! I'm serving you drinks, and you guys are thanking me and giving me a polite smile... I ask you if I can participate in the men's discussion, and you just allow me!"

"Well, what are we supposed to do?" Michael asked, proceeding to say sarcastically: "slap your ass?"

"YES!" I screamed that last word so loud, they recoiled. But now I was smiling, since I was actually getting through their thick skulls. "Thank you! You're men who think a woman has no place being a warrior. If I bring you a drink, you should spank my ass and call me a good bitch or something, not smile at me and be nice! And when I ask you if I can participate in the battle planning, I'm asking if I can do male-stuff. I'm literally rebelling against my gender role. You're gonna allow me to be one of you? No! The whole point is that you're keeping me segregated because I'm a woman. You should answer by slapping my ass even harder, telling me to shut up and know my place, or something."

They could clearly see how desperate I was for this kind of treatment.

"But Kylie," Malcolm said, "this is a bit weird for us. It's really sexist. We don't wanna be sexist."

"It's a MEDIEVAL fantasy setting, Malcolm. Why wouldn't it be sexist? You're fine role-playing as murderers who kill for money, no?" I took a deep breath. "Look, I get it. As guys, you're probably ten times more sensitive than I am when it comes to sexism because you don't want to be called sexists. I get it. And that's really sweet of you. But this is the point of role-playing: we can do things we usually wouldn't do. We get to say things we don't actually believe for the sake of the story. There's a time and place for feminism, but the Middle-Ages are literally not the TIME for feminism."

Malcolm got up and walked towards me. "Ok, you really want to be treated like a bitch?"

"Yes."

Out of nowhere, he grabbed my hair and pulled me close. Holy shit. The power dynamic had just shifted completely. Now, all the sudden, my guy friend had turned into this strong guy taking charge of me.

"Go serve us drinks, bitch," he ordered.

I guess the roleplay was back on. He let go of my hair, and I did the same thing as earlier in the day: brought a tray of cups and served them to my male friends, or should I say, the mercenaries, one by one. And one by one, they slapped my ass to congratulate me on how much of a good girl I was being.

The evening went on like that, with me as the naked servant girl obeying the men, bringing them drinks and food, and them patronizingly slapping my ass and calling me compliments such as "good slut," and "obedient bitch."

At some point later in the night, they started playing cards. I asked them if I could join.

"No, you can't," Collin answered.

"Why?!" I said.

"This is men's stuff. You expect to participate in our activities as one of us? Might as well let you wear clothes too."

Michael slapped my ass and waved me away. "Go kneel in the corner over there and shut your mouth, girl."

I couldn't help but smile. The arousal was just too much to deal with. "Yes Sir," I said.

I went into the corner of the tent, away from them, and knelt in an obedient pose, my head down and my hands behind my back. It was crazy how such a simple thing was turning me on and making me feel good. I wasn't even being paid attention to; in fact, I was alone. But the humiliation of it was so fun. To be told that you're inferior to everyone else, and your place is to kneel naked in a corner with your mouth shut.

After a while, Ryan approached me and broke character, asking me if I actually wanted to play cards with them, and if this was too boring for me.

"No way," I said, smiling. "This is perfect. I'm the warband's female. This is where I belong."

He petted my hair. "Good girl." And he went back to the other men.

I closed my eyes and savored not only the perfect moment, but the knowledge that this was only beginning.

I had entered the LARP as a nerdy, geeky girl with the prudishness of a schoolteacher. I already knew I'd be leaving it a completely different person. I now realized that Ellewine wasn't just some character I was role-playing as. She was me, or at least, a part of me that had laid dormant all my life.

But now, she was unleashed. Unleashed thanks to a collar and chains. Boy, was this going to be fun.

Chapter 2:

"My name is Ellewine and I am a great warrior I tell you!" I, or rather the character I was playing as, repeated ferociously. "This is a disgrace!"

"Pour me some wine bitch," one of the mercenaries ordered while not taking his eyes off my tits. That's all the men were looking at, my naked body and nothing more.

It was morning, and the warband was having breakfast. I was there, completely naked, collared and chained, as the slave maid of the group, serving drinks to the fully clothed men who were all superior to me by default.

"She has amazing tits, doesn't she?" Milo asked.

"Fabulous," one of the men answered.

"Are you fuckers even listening to me?!"

"I think the bitch is talking," Malcolm said. "What is it, slut?"

I repeated to them that I was a respected warrior, no different from them, and that their misogynistic treatment of me was unforgivable.

"Hear that lads?" Collin said. "The girl wants a man's place."

They all laughed mockingly. The two guys next to me gave my ass a spank each. I just stayed there, standing with the tray in my hands and an angry expression that was hiding the arousal and excitement I was feeling.

One of the mercenary characters called Eomir suggested an idea: that I write a letter explaining why I was worthy to be treated as an equal among this fellowship of men.

"We'll read it out loud and decide if your arguments are valid," he said.

I was about to thank them for their fairness, when Milo came up with an idea.

"But," he said, "you'll have to write it without your hands."

"Huh?" I said. "Then how do I write it?"

He gestured for me to climb on the large table in the middle of the encampment. At first, I thought he wanted me standing on it, but he quickly grabbed my hair and pulled me down on all fours.

"Crawl to the middle," he ordered, slapping my ass. I obeyed. Once I was in the middle of the table, naked and on all fours, surrounded by all those men, Ryan brought a piece of parchment and a quill pen and placed them in front of me.

"Open your whore mouth," Ryan ordered. I did so, and he placed the quill pen between my teeth. I closed my mouth, and I was now holding the pen with my teeth, the writing tip towards the parchment.

"You're writing like this," Milo said. "Go on, start."

I groaned at the injustice. How was I supposed to do this? I brought my head down and dipped the pen in the ink. The instant I was about to make contact with the parchment, a sharp, painful slap hit my bare butt, and it made me draw a line instead of writing letters.

"Don't mind us," one of the men said. "Just enjoying the sound of this beautiful ass you have."

After that, the slaps just multiplied. I was barely able to write coherently, as the sudden sharp pain of the slaps made me shake every time, and I generally wasn't used to holding a pen in my mouth, you know? The entire fifteen men gang was slapping away at my bare ass in the most degrading way possible while I tried to write like a bitch on all fours who was eating from a bowl with her mouth.

The utter and complete humiliation went on for minutes, until I had finally given up and decided I'd written enough. By that point, my ass felt like it was burning. Milo took the parchment and looked at it. Surprisingly, my hand... well, "mouth writing" was somewhat intelligible, and he read it out loud. I had written how I was every bit their equal, how my expertise in combat could help them win, how I was respected warrior in the other kingdoms, and how my deeds in other battlefields earned me the same respect they deserved.

"Fair enough points," the mercenary called Logan said. "But every discussion has its two sides of the coin. Let's look at the other side of the argument."

Logan pulled me by my hair and threw me off the table only to make me stand up again, pulling my head back so my tits were more shown off.

"First counter-argument," he said, "those amazing tits. Look at them. Perky, round, the perfect kind of medium sized breasts a lass should have." He was walking me in front of all the men like an item being shown off for a sales pitch.

"Second argument," Malcolm added, slapping my ass, "this perfect, tight little ass. The acoustics of it are absolutely perfect when slapped. No girl with an ass like this can be meant to wear armor."

They kept on listing arguments, all of them essentially about how my bare body was pleasing to the male gaze, and that this was proof that I was meant to be sexualized, not treated with dignity and respect.

"I'd also add the perfection with which she serves food and drinks," another mercenary added, as I was being thrown around from man to man who pulled my hair and showed off a certain part of my body.

Collin grabbed my arm and turned me towards the mercenary group. "I think our evaluation has proved its point. The bitch's usefulness as eye candy and as a submissive far outweighs anything she has to offer as a warrior. Therefore, I move that she be kept as she is, in the place where she belongs."

The whole group acclaimed the decision. "This is so unfair!" I yelled. "I'm just like one of you!"

"We're men, you stupid slut. You're not. End of the discussion."

I was about to retort, but Mark intervened: "I say we give her one last chance. Ellewine claims to be a great warrior. Let's see if she is as equal to us men as she claims."

They brought a large log of wood. They took turns lifting it, and though some struggled to do it, all did it rather easily. When it was my turn, I barely managed to get it off the ground. It was met with mockery and laughter from the men.

Next, they threw me against the table, and took turns sitting opposite me. The challenge was arm wrestling, and unsurprisingly, I lost every single time against every single one of them.

"Well mates, I think the point is clear," mercenary Edgard said. "She is exactly as you'd expect an average woman to be, physically weaker than all of us. Useless on the battlefield."

Malcolm grabbed my hair and threw me to my knees. He restrained my wrists together behind my back using the chain that could connect the cuffs on both my wrists, and ordered me to keep my head down, which I did happily. Never in my life had I felt so humiliated, so looking down was much easier than facing the raw, unquestionable superiority of the men surrounding me and towering above me.

"You're a girl, Ellewine," Ryan said. "The battlefield is men's affair, and you don't belong there."

"It's not fair..." I moaned.

Some of my male friends leaned down, protectively caressing my hair. "Awn, Ellewine, darling," Michael said, "there's no need to be sad. There's no shame in accepting who you are."

"You're weak," Ryan said. "But you're sexy, and obedient, and great to look at. Face it girl, you're not cut out for being a warrior. The sooner you accept your actual skill set, the happier you'll be."

"Here," Malcolm said, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look up with my sad eyes. "I know exactly what comforts a naturally submissive slut like this one. Worshipping something phallic." There was a thick, long cucumber in his hand, and he brought it to my lips. "Open up," he said, and I did.

I took the cucumber in my mouth and began sucking it like it was a cock. And you know what? He was right. It felt extremely comforting to have a hard, phallic object reminiscent of a powerful, masculine cock in my soft, feminine mouth. I felt even more soft and feminine due to my kneeling position at the feet of men towering over me, all those men being fully clothed and armored while I was completely naked.

I couldn't believe what I was doing. The Kylie from two days before would have had a brain meltdown had she been told that in 48 hours, she'd be naked among fifteen men whom she acted submissive towards, and were making her suck a cucumber as a symbolic representation of her feminine surrender to the band's male supremacy.

"Feeling better, girl?" Malcolm asked while their hands still petted my hair protectively. I nodded while occasionally gagging on the massive fruit. "Alright, keep at it, know your place."

The men left me there, all alone, to suck on the phallic cucumber as a symbolic act of worship of the masculine. It was actually hard: they had just chained my hands behind my back, and therefore I had to use my mouth to position the massive cucumber vertically against the ground so it stood upright, allowing me to suck on it easily.

It fell a few times, and so I was constantly struggling to put it back in place, pathetically kneeling on the ground and using my mouth like an animal, far away from the men who weren't even paying attention to me anymore and were focusing on the plans for the offensive against the Reds. I loved being put apart from the men, as that total segregation alone was enough to arouse me.

The second day passed with me mostly doing more of the same serving drinks and being humiliated viciously. Malcolm had been right: sucking on the cucumber had been extremely cathartic.

Evening came, and my gang of seven friends from college was once again inside their tent. I entered it and found them sitting, drinking and playing cards.

"Ah, there's Ellewine, the elven bitch who thinks she can be one of the men. What do you want?"

"I was wondering, do your trousers all have a fly or an opening?" I asked. Confused, all the men nodded. "Ok, good. So hypothetically, you could pull out your cocks without pulling down your pants? You'd stay fully clothed otherwise?"

"Yes," Malcolm said, "but why are you asking all this?"

"Well you know... You're obviously using clothing here as a symbolic language, a status indicator. You're men, therefore you have authority, therefore you wear clothes. I'm a woman, so I'm kept completely naked. We can't compromise this."

"Yes but why the fly part?"

I took a deep breath. I had entered the LARP as a good student, a gentle bookworm geek. Now I was turning into more and more of a slut.

"You see, your cucumber idea was effective. It really did cheer me up, worshipping something phallic like that... I want more of it."

"The cucumbers are in the red tent with the rest of the food."

I chuckled as I knelt on the floor, licking my lips.

"No more cucumbers," I said. "I want the real thing."

I put my hands behind my back, closed my eyes, and dropped my mouth wide, wide open.

Chapter 3:

"I'm... glurgh... I can... slurp... I can fight... mglm... with a sword too... glurgh..."

I could barely get a single word out without being interrupted by my own mouth's gagging and slurping sounds. How could it be otherwise? After all, I was trying to talk while filling my mouth with cocks.

My guy friends, Ryan, Malcolm, Collin, etc, were sitting above me in the communal tent. They were as always fully clothed, with one exception: their cocks were erect, visible out of their trousers' fly, and I was worshipping all those cocks on my knees, completely naked, chained and collared with my hands restrained behind my back.

"This is unfair..." I managed to say during the small second I had to switch from Ryan's cock to Michael's. "Fuck this... slurp... fuck this nonsense... glurgh... I deserve equal treatment, glurghmblbmmb..."

My lips would run up and down their shafts, covering them completely and soaking them wet with my saliva. Some of it kept dripping on my bare tits.

"Is the bitch saying something?" Malcolm asked the others. I had been sucking their cocks nonstop for 30 minutes, and not once had they even acknowleded my presence or my existence.

The roleplay's concept was simple: the men were having man talk, and the weak, naked little woman was pathetically trying to get some semblance of equality, but to no avail.

"Something about deserving to be equal again," Henry answered. "Just ignore her."

"YOU WON'T IGNORE..." I raised my tone in a pathetic attempt at being intimidating, and they countered it by simply pushing my head onto their cocks.

I was absolutely turned on. This was the most direct expression of raw masculine power subjugating the vulnerable feminine, a classic societal and cultural trope that I welcomed with open arms for the purposes of fantasy.

Well... with an open mouth, rather than open arms, especially since they were restrained behind me. It was now the third and final day of the LARP event, and I was spending it in a place I never thought I'd belong to so perfectly: on my knees, with my male friends' hard cocks in my mouth.

I kept trying to argue in favor of my inclusion as Ellewine, my character. Finally, they told me to go convince the others in the warband, not just them. So I left the tent where our friend gang hung out at, and went to talk to the other mercenaries, some of them guys I knew from my classes.

But the moment I tried talking, the first group of three told me to kneel and open my mouth. Once again, I found myself arguing for my inclusion as an equal while sucking on cocks. For every word about equality and fairness that left my mouth, there was a gagging sound, and the comforting feeling of hard cock, raw masculinity itself, filling my mouth and making me feel dominated.

"Guh... glurgh... I demand... mblmb... the same treatment as you..."

"She knows how to suck cocks, this one," one of the guys said, holding my hair and pushing my head up and down his cock.

He was obviously referring to Ellewine as we were in character, but by extension, it also applied to me. That was one of the things that made me the happiest since the LARP had began: from the moment I had begun sucking cocks on the second night, I had received countless compliments and praise for my cock sucking skills.

It obviously seemed unlikely for the nerdy bookworm that I was, but behind the facade of the glasses wearing geek had always been a cock-hungry slut. Every night after the end of a college day, I returned to the privacy of my bed and browsed for BDSM porn, and my favorites were always blowjob ones. I'd masturbate as I looked at those pornstars blowing loads of cocks, and I'd imagine myself to be them.

Now I was just like them, but even more humiliated, degraded and dominated. I loved it.

When those three guys emptied themselves down my throat, I swallowed and crawled over to some other guys, in a group of four. This time, I didn't bother getting up, I just opened their trousers' fly, brought out their cocks, and started sucking while looking up at them with big pretty eyes that were begging.

"I assure you... glmhh.. I can fight... slurp... slurp... Please give me a chance... mmlbmlbm... This isn't fair..."

"I think the animal is saying something."

"Jusy ignore it, it has nothing relevant to say."

And so they went on having man-talk, while I performed my own gender-role. The men were being men, and the woman was in her place. The next one was a group of two sitting at the communal table outside. They promised they'd consider my proposal as long as I sucked their cocks while saying it.

So I spent a solid ten minutes blowing those two cocks while making my case. When I was done, and all my arguments were given, I looked up at them with an eager expression.

"Huh?" the one on the left said. "We weren't listening. Mind doing it all again?"

"Oh fuck you guys!"

I pouted and repeated the entire blowjob process, but this time, I just didn't say anything. The guys assured me they'd listen this time, but I knew they wouldn't, so I just didn't bother talking.

"Go on, Ellewine, we promise to listen this time."

"Grlrmblbmbmb..."

"Come on, we won't pull it off again, promise."

"Glurghrggg..."

"Ellewine..."

"Mmhhh... ghlurghrh... I'm a woman and this is my place..." I said as I kept on sucking. "I'm not a man so I'm nude and I suck cocks... glurgh... slurp... There? That's all you want to hear, don't you?"

They chuckled and the one on the left pushed his cock further down my throat.

"You're so quick to give up and accept subjugation," he said.

I nodded on his cock. Of course I was--that subjugation was making me so immensely happy. Poor Ellewine hated it, but me making her hate it and demand equality only to be pushed back into total submission made me more turned on than any vanilla sex I could imagine.

After I was done with them, I just started crawling from men to men, silently worshipping their cocks without bothering to say anything anymore.

"Won't you keep making your case?" Malcolm asked once I was back to sucking the cocks that belonged to my friend gang.

I shook my head while he stuffed my mouth. "I'm tired of talking..." I said. "I just wanna suck cocks... I wanna be in my place..."

A few minutes later, they dragged me by my hair to the middle of the encampment, and made me kneel there with my hands chained together behind my back, and my ankles chained together too. All the fifteen men gathered in an enormous circle around me with their hard cocks out.

A massive, fifteen-cock blowbang began, reducing me to the lowest I'd ever been reduced. The sheer amount of masculinity and testosterone above me and in my mouth made me feel the most girly and feminine I had ever felt. They'd give me mantras I had to repeat for a minute each.

"I love sucking cocks... glurgh... I love sucking cocks... glurgh, guh, glurgh, guh. I sucking cocks."

"Do you belong among us?" Ryan asked.

"No Sir... slurp... slurp... I'm a girl, you're men. Glurgh... I'm a girl you're men..." Suck, suck suck. "I'm a girl, you're men..." Suck suck suck.

I was so fucking turned on. We were playing into a hyper-exaggerated version of sexist social tropes and dialing it up to a Medieval level, and I couldn't love it more.

I felt like I was drowning in a relentless tsunami of hard cocks; a downpour of raw virile power making me feel the weakest and most sexy I had ever had. Cocks kept entering my mouth left and right, fucking my throat violently, making me gag, and hands kept pulling at my hair, jerking my head back and forth in every direction.

Warm, thick cum began pouring down, but my mouth was so full and changing positions so often, every five seconds or so, that almost none of it went down my throat, but instead kept accumulating in my mouth as cocks kept entering, and all that cum would overflow from my mouth and drip over my bare chest, where some of the guys were already busy ejaculating.

When they were all done, they looked at the hour. It was 6PM, which meant this LARP event was over.

"Thanks everyone for this awesome event," Malcolm said. "And thanks especially to Kylie and her amazing roleplay!"

They all acclaimed me as I smiled back at them, still naked, chained up on my knees, my whole face and body covered in their warm cum.

Before leaving, all the guys wanted a selfie with me, so I just knelt there, covered in male discharge, restrained, and I smiled at the camera with an otherwise casual and innocent smile, while they took their pic. It was like any normal selfie with a friend, except that the girl was on her knees instead of standing next to the man, and she was naked from head to toe, chained and collared, and covered with cum, while he was all strong and powerful in his armor.

We then took a group pic, which encapsulated the utter and complete segregation of the in-universe warband, with all the males standing in armor, powerful, and me on my knees, chained amd naked, in my place.

After that, we drove back to our homes. The day after, we were back in college, and I was back to my usual self, bookworm, unattractive Kylie the nerd. But every time I passed by one of the guys from the LARP, we'd share a look, and I'd shiver a little, because he knew something no one else in the school did: what a total, low, cock-hungry slut I was under all those layers of nerdy, concealing clothing and attitude.

There were now three months to wait until the next LARP event. One evening, I decided to go shopping. I came back from the store, a sex shop, with a collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, which I all put on after stripping naked. I placed the final products I had bought: seven dildos, in a row on chairs in front of me, and I knelt with my hands behind my back, leaning down to take them in my mouth.

"Glurgh.. I love sucking cock..." I said, alone in the privacy of my appartment. I just couldn't wait until next event.

Chapter 4:

The three months passed by pretty quickly. The next LARP event was coming, and I just couldn't wait for it. In the meantime, I was adjusting to this inner, slutty Kylie that had awoken in me from the previous event.

Whenever I was in class, taking notes from the teacher's speech, there were moments were I just went: "Huh... I literally sucked off fifteen guys and swallowed their cum." I just lived with that fact now, it was part of my history, of who I was. Many girls refuse to suck cock, most only ever suck that of their sexual partners, which average between five to eight in an average woman's lifetime according to statistical surveys. I, on the other hand, had sucked fifteen in only one day.

Whenever I met one of those guys in the hallways, I would go red in the cheeks, knowing that I sucked his cock with the passion of an utterly devoted slave, and that he had seen my entire body naked. That sentiment was multiplied when I met my friends.

One thing was sure though: I felt happy about it. There were times when I was hanging out with my male friends, the only girl in the room, and I'd fantasize about stripping naked and letting them spank me and pull my hair. There were moments when the equality of real life was oppressive, and the oppression of chains, nudity and male domination seemed liberating by contrast.

During all three months, I consumed hours upon hours of blowjob porn, studying all the possible techniques, the art of it, and trying it out on my dildos in my room. There were some days where I would spend up to three hours watching and studying blowjobs. I wanted to be the best at it. Next time we were LARPing, I wanted those fifteen guys to be able to say that I was the greatest cocksucker they had ever known.

That was the funny about my arousal whenever I thought of the upcoming event. When I wasn't aroused, my aspirations were to be a respected civil engineer, an accomplished woman who could be a model to young girls and who would prove the Patriarchy wrong.

When I was turned on, and I was thinking about the LARP, my aspirations were to be the greatest cocksucker who ever lived. When I was in that headspace, I knew that I'd be happy if the greatest accomplishment of my life were to be my ability to suck cocks and please men.

It was also funny how the guys were still a bit awkward about it. There was one time in the cafeteria where I happened upon Jim, who had roleplayed as Logan the Mercenary.

"Oh... hey, Jim," I said, a bit awkward.

"Hey Kylie..." he responded, just as awkwarldy.

"You know each other?" his friend asked.

"Yeah, we went to a LARP event together," he said, looking away from me a little bit.

I could almost hear his mind: "where she was kept naked like an animal, and I called her a good girl who knew her place while grabbing her hair and pushing my cock down her throat."

The same applied with my friend gang. When we hung out, we'd occassionaly talk about the LARP, but we just didn't mention my actions or how I was treated. It was as if, when back in real life, we still weren't fully used to the idea of me, bookworm Kylie, having been a total, dominated slut. I guess it caused a bit of a cognitive dissonance. I could certainly relate to it.

But anyway, the three months passed, and we were back in the LARP. Stripping naked and putting on my chains and collars was the best feeling. It felt like I was back to a home I had left. Malcolm had bought a nice medieval looking leather gag ball for me which he put in my mouth. And so on the first evening of the second event, I was back to walking around the communal table with a tray in my hand, being the communal bitch, naked and barefoot, chains on my ankles and wrists, a collar and a gag ball in my mouth, serving drinks and food.

When I was done, the men told me to kneel in a corner submissively and not move. As the good girl that I, or Ellewine was, I walked away from the table, segregating myself from the men, and knelt with my hands behind my back and my head down, silently knowing my place.

A few minutes passed like that until suddenly, something happened. There were war crys approaching. The Reds were attacking. The surprise attack came out of nowhere, and the Reds lept out of the dark and into the fire light of the encampent with their foam swords in hand. The Blues also drew theirs and began fighting.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed by arm and raised me. I looked at who was pulling me away from the encampment, and it was guys I didn't know--the Red Team.

I screamed for help but my mouth was gagged, and the guys certainly couldn't hear me from their position since the battle was raging. All that was missing was the clashing of swords--this was a LARP so swords were made of foam, which certainly took away from the drama of a real battle or the ones in movies with all the clashing and sound effects.

But I couldn't really focus on that--I was being kidnapped. A bag was put on my face. I struggled and tried to free myself from the Red's grasp, but they were too strong for me. After a few minutes, the movements stopped. The bag was removed from my face, and at the same time, a large sheet was put around my body, hiding my total nudity.

I looked around me and saw that I was in the encampment of the Reds. They were surrrounding me, and the others were returning from the skirmish at my team's encampment.

"Salutations Lady Ellewine," one of the Reds said. "I am Varomir, leader of the Red Mercenaries."

"What a polite way to address a prisoner of war," I remarked.

"You are not our prisoner, milady. You may return if you so wish, but please hear our proposition first."

I was intrigued. "I'm all ears, Varomir."

His men brought an armor and placed it at my feet. It was a full set like the one they were wearing.

"We've heard of the treatment you receive at the hands of the Blues. It's barbaric. We offer you to join us as an equal. Unlike over there, you will be one of us, respected as you ought to be."

"And in return?" I asked. Surely this all-male group wasn't doing this only out of feminist passion.

"You give us information about their encampment and battle strategies so we can defeat them with a clear attack, unlike those little skirmishes like tonight's."

I smiled. With the sheet still covering me, I walked over to the armor.

"The perfect revenge," I said. "I joined them, me, a warrior who could have helped them win. Instead they humiliated me and degraded me for no reason other than I'm a woman. I will don your armor, be the warrior I am, and bring THEM to their knees."

The Reds erupted with cheers. They had just gotten their hands on an insider who knew all about the Blues' battle plans and had all the reasons to hate them. The Reds had hit the jackpot.

Varomir presented his hand to me, and I shook it as an equal. The equivalent to that within the Blues' camp would have been me choking on his cock on my knees. I entered the tent prepared for me and put on my armor. I even slept with it all night. On the next morning, Ellewine's warrior career would finally continue after that dishonorable halt over at the Blues'.

And the next morning came. We first began by eating breakfast. Instead of me serving everyone naked, we all fetched our own food and sat together at the communal table. I was sat in the middle, alongside the men, as one of them. Same armor, same treatment, same attitude everyone else was getting. I was finally an equal to the men. Heck. I was one of them.

Next up was training. We did some sparring, and again, I was one of those who participated. They even stopped calling me "milady" and instead called me "Shield Companion," the standard term they used to refer to one another.

After that, we sneaked our way through the small forest between our encampment and the Blues', and stopped once we could see the ennemy camp in the distance. They gave me a piece of paper and I drew on it while pointing to the camp.

I gave them all the intel about which tent was which: the large one was the main communal tent where Malcolm and the rest of my gang of friends spent their time. I indicated which was the tent with the food, which had the least amount of mercenaries in it, etc etc.

"Thank you Shield Companion," Varomir said. We shook hands as equals.

We returned to our camp and convened for a battle strategy. The first proposal was for us to attack from the forest--to crawl as close as possible to the Blues' encampment, then spring forward and attack them. It was that same plan that had resulted in me being freed from the Blues.

The plan was rejected as they would be expecting this by now.

"How about we attack from the south?" Varomir suggested.

"They'll see us," I quickly said. "The trees may look like they'll hide us, but I've been on the other side and you can see everything from a mile away."

"What if we draw them out?" another Red said. "We lure them into the middle, out of their camp, and attack them from both sides."

We were all in agreement, but the question was how to draw them out. "We can send in five men. They storm into the Blue camp, retreat immediately, and as the Reds come charging after us, we ambush them outside of their defensive zone."

"Way too obvious," I said. "I know them better than anyone here. Believe me, they won't fall for it."

"I think you should decide," one of the Reds called Eldran said. "You're the key behind this entire operation."

I smiled. "I know exactly what to do. I run to their camp, and some of you run after me as if chasing me. Those chasing me eventually give up and I succesfully escape back to their camp. There, I tell them that I returned to them, and that I know all about your positions and geography."

I turned to Varomir, and continued. "I'll tell them the Reds are planning to attack them from the west. So I bring them out to the west, making them think that they're countering your attack by taking the offensive to you before they're ready. Meanwhile, you mobilise to the South and attack them from the rear when they don't expect it. With the element of surprise, our victory will be guaranteed."

Everyone at the table smashed the table with their fists as a sign of approval. But one of them looked a little unsure.

"Why would they believe that you escaped and wanted to return to them? They treat you like an animal."

"I'll tell them you treated me worse. I'll tell them I grabbed this armor, but that otherwise, you kept me not only naked, but degraded me even more. That by comparison, they were better."

Varomir nodded, and everyone gave their approval to the plan.

"Hail Ellewine!" my fellow warriors shouted, acclaiming me.

I couldn't wait to get the plan to fruition, and finally get my revenge for the terrible treatment I had received.

***

It was night. I had done as I said: I had run to the Blues, and now, an hour later, the Reds were moving south as planned to surprise attack the Blues from the rear.

Varomir was silently leading his men forward. They didn't want to make too much sound. They kept going towards the place I had told them to go to: the little river stream in between our camps, but as they kept advancing, Varomir began noticing how the Blues were nowhere to be seen.

"Where are they?" he asked. "They should be right here according to Ellewine."

"Right here," Malcolm said.

The Reds gasped. Out of the sudden, the Blues emerged out of the tall grass surrounding the Reds. They had been hiding on the ground, and had now sprouted up like Vietcong ambushing the ennemy by surprise.

The Blues held grenades in their hands. "Grenades" in universe were an alchemical concotion that worked just like their name implied, and gameplay wise, they were just little sacks that dealt 10 damage points to the ennemy's health if they were to hit the ennemy after being thrown. Normally, getting a shot was difficult, but the Reds were tightly clustered together, so hitting at least half of them was easy, and with little health points left, they'd be "hacked to pieces" (we're obviously talking about LARP imagination using foam swords) by the surrounding ennemy.

"You'll lose anyway," Ryan said. "Just lay down your weapons."

Varomir nodded and gave the sign for his warriors to do so. They threw their weapons to the ground, surrendering.

"How did this happen?" one of the Reds asked.

"Like this," I said, appearing from behind the Reds.

They looked, dumbfounded, as I walked through their ranks, and towards the Blues. I had an evil smile on my face. With that smile, the Reds automatically knew they had been betrayed.

"You double crossed us, not them?!"

one of the Reds asked.

"Yep. Went back to my camp and told them all about where you were going to be."

"Why?"

I walked fast, pushing the Reds and making my way faster and faster towards the Blues. I couldn't wait to reach them...

As I finally approached my team, I quickly and chaotically began tearing off all the items of armor from my body--the boots, the chainmail, the leather, the gloves, everything. I took off all the clothing underneath too. By the time I had reached Malcolm, Collin and the others, I was once again completely naked from head to toe.

I went down on my knees and literally threw myself at Malcolm and Collin's trousers, opening their zippers and pulling out their large cocks. A second later, my lips were around them, and I was blowing while making the most desperate moans you'd ever hear in your life--as if I was a starving bitch finally receiving food after days of desperate hunger. I was sucking them probably faster than any girl in history had ever sucked men.

"Shhh..." Collin, said, caressing my hair while a few of the other Blues surrounded me while unzipping their pants and bringing their cocks out. "Everything's all right now."

"No... ghlurhh... mglgmbmglb..." I said, choking and gagging on those cocks like my life depended on them. "Everything's not fine... glrghghgh... glurbrlbrbrgh... You don't know what they did to me..." I looked up at them, mouth full of cock, with a face that made it seem like I had endured the most traumatic of experiences. "They gave me armor... glurbrlbrbrgh... they treated me like an equal... mglgmbmglb... they didn't put me in my place... glrghghgh..."

"Shhh baby girl," Malcolm whispered, pushing his cock down my throat while grabbing my hair with his fist. "It's all over now. You're back where you belong."

"GLURGH... thank you sir... mglgmbmglb... thank you so much..."

Malcolm gave them an ironic look, as if to say: "Here. This is why she betrayed you."

The Reds were absolutely in shock. They just looked at me, naked, on my knees, blowing those cocks with desperate passion while looking at my masters with utter and complete devotion.

See, earlier on I said I couldn't wait to get my revenge for how they treated me. By "they," I meant the Reds. This LARP was my little paradise where I could be the submissive I had always wanted to be. By making me an equal warrior, they had signed their defeat warrant at my hands.

"Come with us to our camp," Ryan said.

Sighing, Varomir and his men presented their wrists, signalling that they were ready to be restrained, but the Blues chuckled.

"Please brothers," Michael said as I gagged and moaned on his sock so sloppily that saliva was drooling everywhere over my mouth and chin. "We are warriors, you and us. You may be defeated, but true warriors treat ennemies as equals. We do not restrain equals. Isn't that right, Ellewine?" he asked as Milo chained my wrists behind my back, Malcolm placed the collar on my neck, and Sam closed the cuffs around my ankles.

"Mhhmglgmhmh... So why am I restrained Sir?"

"You're not our equal. They are men. Ennemies or not, they deserve more respect than you ever will, girl."

"Mglblbmmgmgh... Thank you Sir."

"She's a stupid fucking whore, but even she can understand this concept."

"Come, fellow warriors," Malcolm said. "Let's have a peaceful talk in our camp. We want to discuss a possible truce."

And so we returned to the camp of the Blues. My wrists were unrestrained, and the chain used to connect may two wrist cuffs was instead connected to my collar, and I was walked on all fours the whole way to the camp, while all 30 men, Red and Blues, walked above me, fully clothed and armored.

The Reds and most of the Blues sat down around the communal table, but five of my

team members walked me like a bitch to a corner, where they proceeded to restrain my hands behind my back again and fill my mouth with cock. This time, they were extremely gentle, sliding their cocks out of my mouth slowly and lovingly, and just as lovingly, they petted my hair and caressed it. They knew I needed this kind of taking care of after the terrible ordeal I had been through.

"It's ok baby," Will said, pushing his masculine authority down my throat. "You're safe now. They can't hurt you anymore."

"Ghlugh... thank you so much..."

Ryan said: "It must have been traumatic for a slut like you, musn't it?"

"You..." I acted like a sob shook my body, and I began producing tears that ran down my face. "You don't know how much it scarred me... Oh, Sirs..." I said, looking up at them with my teary eyes as my lips brushed their erect cocks while I spoke. "I'm going to need to be taken care of a lot in the days to come..."

I noticed Jason barely able to hold his laugh, and it made me crack a smile, although I did my best to not lose it and start laughing. My roleplay was beyond fucking over the top and stupid, and we all find the exaggeration of it hilarious.

"Fucking shit Kylie..." Liam said. "You're such a slut..."

I chuckled. "Shhhh... Don't break the roleplay. Come on."

I removed the smile off my face and brought my face back to the pretend-traumatized one as the blowbang took off again. I just loved the idea of being a girl so fucking low, so utterly submissive and slutty, that by this point, I had fully absorbed and accepted the warband's utter sexism, and actively yearned for it, to the point where the respectful treatment of the Reds was now a traumatic experience.

After a while, I was called to the communal table outside. I walked over to Malcolm, who slapped my ass and grabbed my hair to bring me on my knees. I giggled as I took his cock in my mouth while Varomir watched, sitting right next to him.

"You're a good girl, Ellewine. You've proved how much of a loyal bitch you are."

"Thank you Sir," I said, sucking him off. "Seeing as I proved my loyalty and brought us victory, could I have a reward?" I asked, doing pretty, begging eyes.

"What kind of reward are you thinking about?"

I pretended to think while licking his shaft up and down. "Hmmm... a promotion maybe? I've finally proved to be loyal and part of this team. Maybe I can finally be one of you?"

The men on my team chuckled. Suddenly, Malcolm pulled me up by my hair and threw me on the table.

"You talk of reward?" Michael said, groping my ass. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Huh? Why?!"

Malcolm slapped my face. "You dared wear armor for an entire day with the Reds. Who do you think you are, bitch?"

"I... I just wanted to help..."

Milo slapped my ass so hard, I went "OW!"

"The stupid slut thinks we need her help. So you just admitted to thinking you're equal to us?"

I shook my head, desperately trying to undo the hole I had just digged for myself. "No! No! Of course not, I'm a girl, I'm not your equal!"

Another slap to the face. Fuck, it was hurting alot... and turning me on alot too.

"Then how DARE you think that you have any place helping us?" Collin said, joining in the multitude of hands slapping my ass painfully and pulling my hair.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Malcolm grabbed my face and made me look at him. "Not only are you not going to be rewarded, you're going to be punished. From now on, you'll be treated even lower, whore."

"Yes Sir..." I whispered, all weak and frail.

"Men of the Reds!" Ryan called. "You treated this girl as your equal! Please come and correct this mistake, and put the girl back where she belongs!"

So all the Reds came over and began spanking me. Thirty men calling me a whore, a bitch, degrading me and lowering me into my place. I looked up at Varomir, who was holding my hair.

"You know..." he said. "I like you better this way."

"Same, Sir."