Becky Barely Makes it Back to Camp

Becky was not built for sprinting or running long distances. It wasn’t long after sprinting into the woods before she was doubled over with a splint in her side. She learned her lesson after that. Her return to camp had been slow, the recent activity (she refused to dwell on her ravaging by the Gnolls) having drained her limited muscles of most of their strength.

She had failed dramatically. If she hadn’t been captured, she probably would never have found the prisoners. Prisoners she abandoned almost immediately. In her head, Becky knew she had made the smart decision. One person escaping was easier than half a dozen, half against their will.

She could almost hear the other Bravos' disappointment. Fuu would not tell her she failed, not even when it was obvious, but Liv would. She would snark and complain about the pointless time Becky had wasted when they could have done real reconnaissance. Emmaline would tease her, especially when she discovered what the Gnolls had done to her. It’s not like she could hide it. Her clothes were in tatters.

Becky felt a breeze flow past the cloak and over her naked body. She could still feel the heat, faint but ever present, from the Gnoll cum. She had to find a way to combat it. All it would take would be a drop for them to be distracted and distraction would lead to failure.

Becky reached the base of a slight hill leading to the clearing they had used for a camp, steeling herself for her well deserved ribbing, when she stepped on something cold. Becky looked down and her heart almost stopped. Becky reached down with shaky hands and picked up Liv’s rifle. Liv’s precious weapon lay in the dirt, covered in grime with her nowhere in sight.

“No….no no no.” Becky moved, her panic sending energy to her limbs she didn’t have before. A thrill of dread and excitement pulsed through her as she cleared the forest.