A guest of Reynauld the Randy.

You come to your senses some time later when you are dropped onto something rough but padded. The bag is removed from your head, and you squint at the torchlight. You are in a cave, with the smells of cooking fires and man sweat filling your nostrils. As your eyes adjust, you not Reynauld and the four men he waylaid you with, but also at least six others scattered about the cavern.
"Welcome to our hideout." Reynauld pulls your head up by your hair, and grins."You'll be safe here for the night."
"Safe!?" You croak. "I'm a prisoner!"
"A guest! And as much as I'd like to keep you here forever, I'm a man of my word. In the morning, my men will return you to the road, properly blinded of course. Can't have you running to the Rangers with our location."
{if Corruption <41
}"Fuck you asshole! Let me go!"
Rey sighs. "I see you're going to need lessons in gratitude. In truth, my men prefer when one of our...guests needs instruction in being grateful." A chorus of male laughs echoes all around you, and you growl in defiance as you are placed on your knees, arms bound and head down. Rey's boot presses against the top of your head.
"Perhaps by morning, you'll realize you'd be much happier here than trying to go it alone..." one if hos men kneels behind you, and you feel fingers probing at your holes. "We really are more gentle than many of the alternatives."
"Frkk....yrr...." you try to spit defiance, but Rey's boot is grinding your face into the dirt of the cave. He relaxes a bit after a few seconds, and you cough up dirt.
"Now...you're in no position to argue, little slut. You might as well enjoy our hosptality."

{else
}You don't have much choice in the matter. You decide it's best to be as....malleable as possible. Just grin and bear it...
"I'm sure you aren't opposed to showing the men how...grateful you are for our protection tonight. Just think of what might have snapped you up had you collapsed in exhaustion out there by the road."
"Just...do your business..." you mumble.

{endif
}The next three hours are a series of nearly uninterrupted violations of your holes. Each of Rey's men gets a few chances to cum in your pussy, or ass, or down your throat. Rey himself lives up to his name, cumming in each of your holes before the onslaught is over. You yourself cum several times, and you can feel your soul being soiled by the acts. You vaguely remember water and some kind of porridge being ****-fed to you at some point. By the time Rey and his men are spent, you are a throbbing, sweating, sore, tear stained mess on the ground of the cave. The bandits sluice you off with some cold water that makes you yelp in surprise before throwing a blanket over you. After all you've been through, sleep comes quickly.