D&D: Onward towards the nearest town
From Create Your Own Story
It took you almost two months to travel to the nearest town, the journey was already slow from travelling by foot but it was further slowed by the looters' need to take the gong with them. While it may have been hard for the looters, it was pure torture for you. With no clothes or shoes of your own and the outlaws not possessing or unwilling to give you anything to wear, you were forced to walk naked and barefoot. Walking over the hard ground you foot was cut and bruised from rocks, thorns and the hard ground. The rest of your body suffered as badly, your breasts marked from multiple whip strikes whenever you failed to please the looters sufficiently. During the nights the bandits took their time forcing you to pleasure them. Your lips are chapped and your face, hair, and back are covered in sticky, dried spunk. Your pussy and ass are still oozing with their thick, foamy cum from the many times the three men have squirted inside you.
Within weeks you were completely broken. Whenever the looters found standing water they pushed you in and bathed you. They fingered your slits, toying with your pussy and cleaned them only to dirty them once again when they fucked you in the evening. You follow behind them as they resume their journey, pausing for rests and dragging you over to lick and suck their filthy cocks, your only reward a hot gulp of sperm from their pulsing pricks.
By the second week you have completely surrendered to your captors and often moan with pleasure or actively participate. They keep you tied or chained on the road, but at night you are unshackled and allowed to sleep with them in their tents. On the last day you camp within a few hours hiking distance of the town. The men celebrate, drink wine and fuck. They pull at your breasts and tits, thrust into your pussy and cunt, force you to lick them. They take great pleasure for what might be for the last time. They talk about possibly keeping you to pleasure them, but half of them continue to argue about selling you to a slaver, a brothel or whoever willing to pay. They are eager for the price your good looks and skill in bed will garner.
The camp fires are slowly dying off when you wake up; the moon is still up hours before dawn. Your entire body aches, your breasts and tits are bruised from the harsh handling they've been subjected to and blood and cum drip from your pussy and cunt down your legs. But the looters are all asleep and they've forgotten to tie you after the latest fuck. The only problem is that one of them has draped their arm over you.
This could be your last chance for freedom, if you can carefully remove the looter's hand you can escape. But over the last two months, a part of you has grown to like being treated like a whore. To be constantly fucked and you can feel your pussy moisten just from the thought of it. You reach down and start to stroke it. Your fingers teasing the drooping lips of your slit. You want to.. no, need to pleasure yourself but if you do you might wake up the men and lose your chance for freedom.
What happens next:
D&D: You get a hold of yourself and try to escape
