Festival Fever

[trio]

Teaser: Within the tent, a young woman lay bound to a camping bed, her eyes wide with terror. She was gagged, unable to scream for help. Her wrists were tied tightly with a coarse rope that dug into her skin, and her ankles were secured with the same cruel knots. The heat of the day was stifling, and beads of sweat trickled down her face, mingling with the tears that had yet to dry.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Festival Fever
Author: Trio

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Festival Fever

In the heart of the bustling camping ground in the late 1970s, a pattern of laughter and music filled the air as the second day of the festival unfolded. The sun blazed high, casting a warm glow on a sea of multicoloured tents that stretched out like a patchwork quilt over the meadow. Amongst them, a solitary red tent stood out like a beacon, a silent sentinel of a more somber tune.

Within the tent, a young woman lay bound to a camping bed, her eyes wide with terror. She was gagged, unable to scream for help. Her wrists were tied tightly with a coarse rope that dug into her skin, and her ankles were secured with the same cruel knots. The heat of the day was stifling, and beads of sweat trickled down her face, mingling with the tears that had yet to dry.

A few steps away, a group of three friends stumbled upon the disturbing scene. They had been searching for their own campsite, peeking in several tents, having lost their way in the labyrinth of colourful tents and music stages. The sight of her, so vulnerable and alone, sent a shiver down their spines. They exchanged glances, each one mirroring the other's shock and confusion.

She was beautiful, with long, wavy hair that cascaded over the pillow in a fiery dance of auburn and gold. Her eyes, a piercing shade of green, pleaded for help, but no sound escaped the thick fabric that filled her mouth. One of the friends, a burly man named Jake, took a step back, his hand hovering over his mouth as he tried to process the horror before them.

“Who did this to her?“ whispered Steve, the youngest of the group, his voice trembling. “We need to cut her free," said Mike, the most responsible of the bunch, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of who might have done this.

But Jake, had already made up his mind. Without a word, he entered the tent, his heart racing. The flap was open just enough to reveal her trembling form. His eyes narrowed, and he stepped inside.

The woman's eyes grew even wider, and she struggled against her bonds as he approached. She felt the cold steel of a knife against the ropes that bound her, and for a moment, hope sparked within her. But instead of cutting her free, Jake began to slice away at her clothing. Her eyes filled with revulsion and fear as she realised his true intentions.

"Jake, what the hell are you doing?" Steve's voice boomed from outside the tent, his face a mask of disbelief. Ignoring the protests, Jake continued, his own eyes gleaming with a perverse excitement. He cut away all her cloths. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the path of the knife's blade, savouring the taste of her fear. The woman's body tensed as she tried to pull away, but the ropes held firm, and the gag muffled her whimpers.

The two friends outside looked at one another, a mix of anger and confusion swirling in their gazes. They had known Jake for years, had shared countless adventures, and had never seen this side of him. With a collective sense of horror, they realised they had stumbled into a situation far more sinister than they could have ever imagined.

Mike took charge, pushing aside his shock. "We can't let this happen," he said firmly. "We have to stop him." Mike entered the tent, his eyes locked on Jake. The woman's eyes darted between them, silently begging for rescue.

Jake was opening up her folds with his tongue, a depraved grin spreading across his face, when Mike's firm grip on his shoulder yanked him back. "What the fuck, man?" Mike's voice was a mix of rage and disgust. Jake's grin faded, replaced by a look of annoyance as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

The sight of the naked woman, bound and gagged, brought the gravity of the situation into stark focus. Steve and Mike looked at each other, their expressions a mix of shock and fear for their friend's behaviour. The woman's eyes pleaded with Mike to save her from Jake's advances, and he knew he had to act.

His own cock hardening at the sight before him, Mike's mind raced. He had to think fast, the thumping bass of the festival music providing an eerie backdrop to their silent confrontation. "We can't just leave her," Mike insisted, his voice low and firm. "But we also can't get involved in this mess."

Jake turned to face him, his eyes glazed over with lust. "Come on, guys," he said, his voice slurred. "Look at her. She's begging for it."

Steve, the most passive of the group, took a step forward, his cheeks flushed from a mix of fear and arousal. "But...what if we get caught?" He stepped into the tent, his fists clenched. "Fuck that," Mike spat. "We can't let him do this.” A fiery anger ignited within him, and he shoved Jake away from the woman. "Get out of here," he ordered, his voice a low growl. "We need to decide what to do with her."

The woman's eyes searched Mike's, looking for any shred of compassion. He could see the terror in them, and it only made him angrier at his friend's lack of humanity. Jake stumbled back, knocking over a camping chair as he did.

"You're all just as sick as I am," Jake spat. "You want her just as much as I do." The discussion heated up, but the smell inside the tent was thick with lust and sweat, and it was clear that the booze they'd been drinking earlier had clouded their judgment.

The woman's eyes darted back and forth between them, her breathing shallow and fast. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest as she silently willed them to leave, to do the right thing. But the music outside grew louder, and the throb of the bass seemed to pulse through their veins, egging them on.

Jake moved back between her legs, his hands reaching for her thighs. "We all do," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "It's just part of the festival fun."

The woman's eyes grew frantic, and she shook her head vigorously, trying to scream through the gag. Her struggles only seemed to excite Jake more, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. Mike's grip on him tightened, and he could feel the tension in his friend's muscles as he fought his own dark urges.

Her chest was heaving with the effort of her silent screams, her eyes pleading for mercy as Jake's hands gripped her thighs, spreading her legs wider. The fabric of the gag was sodden with her saliva, and the smell of fear filled the tent. Mike's hand moved to her breast, he just had to feel her, to know if she was real. The woman's body recoiled at the touch, but she remained bound, unable to escape.

"Oh, if we do this, we all do this," Mike said, his voice a mix of resolve and despair. The woman's eyes grew wide with horror as she understood the gravity of the situation. The three friends stood over her, their inhibitions slowly peeling away like layers of an onion.

Steve took a deep breath and nodded, his gaze lingering on the woman's naked body. "Fine," he said, his voice a low growl. "But we keep it between us."

They agreed, and the atmosphere in the tent grew thick with tension and anticipation. The woman's eyes darted from one friend to the other, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Her body was a canvas of goosebumps, a stark contrast to the heat of their lustful gazes.

Mike took a swig of his beer, the alcohol burning a path down his throat as he tried to numb the part of him that screamed this was wrong. Jake reached down and unbuckled his belt, the clink of the metal echoing through the tent. The woman's eyes widened further, and she renewed her efforts to escape, but the ropes held firm, her movements only serving to entice them more.

The two others left to stand guard outside, ensuring no one would disturb their twisted revelry, Jake grabbed her thighs roughly, pulling her closer. The woman's body was a canvas of fear, her eyes filled with silent pleas for mercy. The music outside grew louder, a cacophony that seemed to fuel their depraved intentions.

Jake's thick fingers dug into her thighs, his nails scratching against her skin as he positioned her for his sick game. His cock, already erect, stood tall and threatening. She could see the veins pulsing in its length, and she knew what was coming next. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the saliva that soaked the fabric of her gag.

Her sweat-soaked body quivered as Jake's weight pressed against her. The precursor to the pain she knew was coming. Mike and Steve looked on, their eyes a mix of lust and trepidation. The music outside grew louder, a bass line that seemed to vibrate through the very fabric of the tent, setting the rhythm for the horror that was about to unfold.

Jake leaned in, his breath hot and sour on her cheek. He whispered something she couldn't understand, but the leer in his voice made it clear it was nothing good. She bucked her hips, trying to throw him off, but his grip was too strong. The ropes around her wrists and ankles held fast, reminding her of her helplessness with every move she made.

He positioned himself at her entrance, and with one brutal thrust, he entered her. The woman's eyes bulged, and a muffled scream filled the tent as he invaded her. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers echoed in the small space, punctuating the silence that had fallen over the group.

Her body tried to resist, but the ropes held her in place, leaving her no option but to endure the painful intrusion. She could feel her tears soaking the pillow beneath her head, mixing with the sweat that covered her body. The gag made it hard to breathe, and she struggled to suck in air around the fabric.

His hips bucked against her, and she felt every inch of his cock tear into her, her body tightening around him involuntarily. The pain was white-hot, a stark contrast to the coldness of the fear that gripped her heart. She tried to squirm away, but Jake's weight was like a boulder, unyielding and crushing. His eyes were locked onto hers, savouring every moment of her anguish, as if her fear was the sweetest nectar to him.

Mike and Steve stood outside the tent, their ears ringing with the throb of the festival's bass. The guilt and arousal waged a silent war within them. Mike's hand tightened around his beer can, the condensation slipping down his palm, his heart racing. Steve leaned against a nearby tree, trying to ignore the scene unfolding a few feet away.

"We can't just let him do this," Mike whispered to himself, his mind racing with the consequences of their actions. But the thrill of the forbidden and the power of the moment were like a drug, coursing through his veins. He took another swig of his beer, the cold liquid doing little to cool the fire that burned within.

Inside, Jake's movements grew more frantic, his grunts growing louder with each thrust. The woman's eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit down hard on the gag to stifle the sounds of her pain. The fabric muffled her cries, but her body's response was unmistakable, a silent testament to the violation she was enduring.

The music outside grew louder, the crowd's cheers piercing the air like the cries of a thousand lost souls. The three friends' worlds had collided in this tiny tent, and nothing would ever be the same. Jake's breath grew ragged as he approached climax, his grip on her thighs tightening until she feared he might break her bones.

Mike's resolve crumbled like sand in a storm, and he found himself stepping back into the tent. His eyes fell on the woman's face, a mix of anger and pity etched into his features. He didn't know what to do, but he knew he couldn't stand by and watch this happen.

With a snarl, he grabbed Jake's shoulder and yanked him off the bed. "That's enough," he spat, his voice a low growl that matched the bass from outside. Jake stumbled back, his cock still hard and glistening with her wetness.

The woman's eyes met Mike's, a silent plea for help. He looked away, ashamed of his inaction, and then back at her, his eyes hardening. "We're not monsters," he said to Jake. "We're not going to do this."

But the beast inside Jake had been unleashed, and he wasn't about to be denied his prize. He plunged back in her. The smell of sex was intoxicating, Mike's mind went fuzzy as he watched his friend ravage the helpless woman. The music was a crescendo of noise that seemed to be urging them on, a siren's call to their most primal instincts.

The woman's eyes, once filled with hope, now held only despair. She knew that she was trapped, a plaything for these men's twisted desires. The ropes dug deeper into her skin with every thrust, but she no longer had the strength to fight back. Her body had gone numb, a survival mechanism against the pain that was ripping through her soul.

Mike, torn between his own lust and the horror of what he was witnessing, took a step back, his hand hovering over his crotch. The woman's gaze found his, and the sadness in her eyes was a dagger to his heart. But the knot in his pants was too tight, and he knew that he too was a part of this monstrous act.

Mike's hand hovered over the ropes, his mind racing with indecision. The woman's chest heaved with every ragged breath she took, her eyes beseeching him to save her. With a roar of anger and disgust at himself and his friends. Jake's rhythm didn't falter as he claimed her over and over, his face a mask of pure, unbridled lust. His body was a blur of motion, and she was nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure.

Mike's animal instincts took over when he moved his hand to her nipple, giving it a cruel twist. She gasped around the gag, her eyes shooting to him, filled with betrayal and pain. Steve's gaze remained on the woman's body, his mind racing with the implications of their actions. The music outside grew wilder, the festival's pulse matching the tempo of their depravity. He felt the tension coiling in his stomach, a mix of fear and excitement that he had never felt before.

With a grunt, Jake reached his climax, his seed spilling into her. The woman's body jerked in response, and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing the world to swallow her whole. The tent was suffocating, the air thick with the smell of sweat, booze, and sex. She felt the warmth of Jake's semen fill her, a vile sensation that only served to amplify her disgust.

As Jake stepped back, Mike stepped forward, his own arousal battling with his conscience. He looked at the woman's tear-stained face, and for a moment, he saw a flicker of hope in her eyes. But the hope was short-lived as she realised his intentions, her gaze falling to his erection. With trembling hands, Mike reached for the ropes, his mind racing with the thought of what he was about to do.

The woman's body was a map of bruises and bite marks, a testament to the brutality of Jake's assault. She lay there, broken and defenceless, as Mike began to undo his pants. The tent was a prison of lust and fear, the air thick with the scent of their sweat and the metallic tang of her own pain. Her eyes never left Mike's, silently begging him to be the hero she needed, to be the one to save her from this hell.

But the smell, the music, the heat—it all conspired against Mike’s wavering resolve. He stepped closer, his erection pulsing with a hunger that seemed to have a mind of its own. Jake's eyes never left the woman's body, his own desires warring with his fear of the consequences.

The woman’s heart sank as she watched Mike succumb to the same dark desires that had claimed Jake. Her hope dwindled like a candle in a hurricane. She could feel the stickiness of Jake’s cum inside her, a constant reminder of her violation. Mike lowered his pants, his cock springing free, and she closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight. The music outside grew louder, the cheers of the festival goers oblivious to the horror playing out in the confines of the red tent.

Mike’s hand trembled as he approached her, his touch tentative. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin as he leaned in closer. For a moment, she dared to believe that he might just hold her, whisper comforting words, and help her escape this nightmare. But then, she felt his cock press against her, the tip slipping through the folds of her traumatised sex, seeking entry.

Her eyes snapped open, and she tried to shake her head, the gag preventing any sound from escaping. The hope in her eyes had transformed into a cold, hard hatred, and she glared at Mike, willing him to see the monster he had become. But his gaze was locked onto the spot where their bodies met, his own eyes glazed over with desire. He pushed into her, his cock sliding through the mixture of her juices and Jake’s cum with an ease that made her stomach churn.

The pain was unbearable, and she squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the distant sound of the music. It was a lifeline to the world outside, a world where people danced and laughed, unaware of the horror happening just a few feet away. Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, but her body was a prison of ropes and pain.

"That a boy, Mike," Jake leered, watching his friend with a mix of amusement and lust. "You know you want it." He moved outside to find Steve, who was pacing nervously, his own erection tenting his shorts. "Looks like we're going to have a little party," he smirked.

Mike's eyes never left the woman's, her silent screams piercing his conscience like shards of glass. He could feel her body tense around him, her muscles tightening in a futile attempt to resist his invasion. The gag muffled her whimpers, turning them into a series of guttural sounds that seemed to echo the rhythm of the music outside.

With every slow, deliberate thrust, Mike felt a part of himself die. The weight of his actions pressed down on him like a mountain of guilt, and he could see the light in her eyes fading with each passing moment. Yet, his body moved of its own accord, driven by the same dark desires that had claimed Jake. He closed his eyes and increased his pace, the wet sounds of her forced submission filling his ears.

Steve's gaze was torn between the scene before him and the festival chaos outside. He knew he should be out there, lost in the music and the crowd, but his feet remained rooted to the spot, his cock straining against his shorts. Jake's leer grew wider as he watched his friend enter the tent.

"You're next, Steve," Jake called out, his voice thick with the promise of debauchery. "Don't be shy." Steve's heart hammered in his chest as he watched Mike's rhythmic thrusts. The sight of the woman's bound body, her silent cries for mercy, was both terrifying and arousing. He knew he should stop this, should be the voice of reason, but the music's siren call and the thrill of the forbidden held him in their grip. With a deep breath, he stepped into the tent, his erection leading the way.

The three friends enjoyed the festival, their laughter and cheers blending in with the crowd. They danced to the music, drank themselves silly, and took turns watching the world go by from the shadows of the red tent. The woman's cries had been muffled by the thumping bass. Over the next two days, they took turns with her, filling her over and over. They had agreed not to speak of it, to pretend it was just a wild festival fantasy, a momentary lapse in judgment fuelled by the chaos around them.

Mike went back the most, unable to resist the pull of the woman's body, her silent cries only fuelling his guilt and desire in a vicious cycle. Each time he entered her, he whispered apologies she couldn’t hear, his movements growing more frantic as he chased a release that never brought him peace. Steve took his turns too, his conscience buried beneath the intoxicating blend of power and lust that had overtaken them all.

When the festival reached its end, the friends packed up their campsite, their eyes avoiding the red tent. They left the site in the early morning light, the woman still bound and gagged, her body bruised and used. The music had long since faded, leaving behind only the echoes of her muffled cries.

When they looked back, they saw several similar red tents in the sea of colourful camping gear. They saw a guy exit one, casually adjusting himself, and realised they weren't the only ones with their own form of entertainment. The festival's atmosphere of debauchery had seeped into every corner, it seemed. They counted at least four other tents across the whole campsite.

Not two minutes later they saw two guys move to another tent. They opened the flap, and with a large smile, they high-fived each other before disappearing inside. It was as if they had just scored the winning goal at a soccer game, not about to commit a heinous act. The sight sent a cold shiver down their spines.

They never found out who had organised this macabre game, who had left those tents filled with bound and gagged women scattered around the festival like discarded toys. A few days later a newspaper had reported on the rape of several young females, all found in similar conditions, but the true scale of the horror remained unknown. Two men were arrested when they were caught red-handed by a festival worker, but that was it. The friends never talked about those two days, pushing the memory into the darkest recesses of their minds, hoping it would stay buried beneath the layers of guilt and regret.

But each had the memories of this beautiful young woman, bound and violated, etched into their brains like a twisted tattoo. They couldn't shake the images of her terrified eyes, the way she'd trembled under their touch, or the way she'd fought so valiantly despite her restraints. Every time they fucked their girlfriends, every time they watched a porn scene with a gagged woman, every time they saw a red tent, she was there. Whatever their feelings about what they had done, they couldn't deny the thrill it had brought them, the sense of power and control. It had been a dark ride, but one none of them would ever forget.

Now twenty plus years later, it still made them hard, just thinking about it. They had never talked about it, not even to each other. But each knew that the other felt the same way, the same sick excitement that had taken hold of them that fateful weekend. It was a secret they all carried, like a dirty little treasure they pulled out only in the darkest moments of their lives.

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I do love festivals ...

[Shocker]

An interesting story, my own curiosity only would have desired to know why she is in that predicament. One doesn’t usually on tied up ready to use women, not even on a festival. As you wrote from the perspective of the lucky finders, a flashback wasn’t an option. But perhaps the person who tied her up in the first place could have happened on them.

[trio]

It is up to your fantasy. Who do you think did this? Was it one person or a group? Did he/she/them watch the men have their fun?

But in my mind, it was a professor in anthropology, a man who loved to manipulate people. On the day before the festival he has started to setup the tents, hiding among the crowd. When he was done, he started his hunt. Finding beautiful young women, using the drugs he got from the university to subdue them, and moving them to the tents. Binding and gaging them, fully clothed on the camping beds. He left the zippers slightly open so a passerby could peek in. He then just observed. All but one tent was discovered. He had predicted that almost half of the women would be freed, but he was wrong. Even two women had played with their victim. He raped the one that wasn't discovered on the last night. He had to change his data a bit, but all this was the basis of his next paper. He loved doing research.

An interesting story, my own curiosity only would have desired to know why she is in that predicament. One doesn’t usually on tied up ready to use women, not even on a festival. As you wrote from the perspective of the lucky finders, a flashback wasn’t an option. But perhaps the person who tied her up in the first place could have happened on them.

[joey]

I enjoyed this story and I like your writing style. The throwback in time to the late '70s was a nice touch. That Mike and Steve were so easily lead astray by Jake was a bit surprising, but of course it's an entirely different story if they prevail and dissuade Jake. Anyone who has been to one of these music festivals, at least in the US, can attest to the crazy stuff that goes on. In particular I found your above personal filling out of the scenario intriguing. Fascinating.

[trio]

Thanks for the feedback ... I love to write these stories, it creates a kind of reality to my fantasies ... not that I would ever do something like this in real life.

I enjoyed this story and I like your writing style. The throwback in time to the late '70s was a nice touch. That Mike and Steve were so easily lead astray by Jake was a bit surprising, but of course it's an entirely different story if they prevail and dissuade Jake. Anyone who has been to one of these music festivals, at least in the US, can attest to the crazy stuff that goes on. In particular I found your above personal filling out of the scenario intriguing. Fascinating.

[Neighbor]

Thanks Trio for the story.
I was wrong, and the end I immediately suspected was not what happened.

About a third of the way into the story, I pictured a teen boy 13 to 15, walking into the tent, saying, "Hey Sis! Sorry, I forgot about... O! M! G! What happened to your clothes? I tied you up as a prank, and was only going to leave you for a few minutes, then I got to dancing...", as he frantically begins untying the hysterically sobbing young woman who was his big sister.

(If my post interferes or detracts from your story, I'd be happy to remove this post upon request)

[trio]

Oops, sorry sis ... No man, I love to get feedback, even if it is negative. Or like in this case a twist in the story that was building in your mind while you were reading it.

I said it in an earlier remark, I like the way the movie "The Usual Suspects" is structured. I am not nearly in the same league as those guys, but I try to write in that style.

Thanks Trio for the story.
I was wrong, and the end I immediately suspected was not what happened.

About a third of the way into the story, I pictured a teen boy 13 to 15, walking into the tent, saying, "Hey Sis! Sorry, I forgot about... O! M! G! What happened to your clothes? I tied you up as a prank, and was only going to leave you for a few minutes, then I got to dancing...", as he frantically begins untying the hysterically sobbing young woman who was his big sister.

(If my post interferes or detracts from your story, I'd be happy to remove this post upon request)

[chloevee]

Great story! I thought it was really interesting to see how three average guys each responded differently, but all succumbed in the end.

I imagined that the red tents were some kind of twisted psychological experiment, so it was cool to read in your other reply that I wasn't too far off.

[trio]

Thanks, yeah I have written the outline for a side story, based on my earlier remark. Maybe I will add it later.

Great story! I thought it was really interesting to see how three average guys each responded differently, but all succumbed in the end.

I imagined that the red tents were some kind of twisted psychological experiment, so it was cool to read in your other reply that I wasn't too far off.

[trio]

Enjoyed the pictures you send me ... love her expressions ... how did you do that?