I try to break her out of it and fail

I manage to pick up my mug to throw at the bandit but for some reason he doesn't seem concerned in the least. It's only when I reach the pitch of my throw that I find out why.

I find my right arm pinned behind my back and my left cheek pinned against the table as my body traps my left arm. Despite my attempt to struggle free it seems my captor is able to keep a firm enough grip with one hand.

"That was close you almost went and spilled your ale.....*sip* Don't blame it tastes awful." A almost regal voice answers from behind me as out of the corner of my eye I make out the bandit leader.

"Didn't need da help." The bandit growls as he pulls Veena's top up letting her breasts bounce while he stops his kneading of her ears to rub her rock hard nipples.

"Could have fooled me this little lamb might have snapped that bimbo cleric out of it and if he did we'd all be fucked....maybe even literally." my captor sighs as she sets the mug down. She's careful to not block my view as the burly bandit pins Veena against the table and flips the back of her skirt up so that it partially drapes over her right ear.

"John?" Veena asks seeming to finally register my state. But unfortunately the moment of clarity is short lived as the bandit grabs her hips and hilts himself with a loud wet plap that sends her eyes rolling back. I try to look away and manage to get a glimpse of the other female bandit that seems to be smirking while giving the merchant a handjob.

My view of the merchant is short lived as the leader quickly forces me to watch as her underling rails Veena. His rough hands now grouping her large breasts as she looks back towards him. For a moment it seems like it's finally dawning on her about our situation.

But only a moment as the bandit roughly grasps her chin and brings her lips to his and gives her a rough tongue filled kiss that only after a moment of hesitation does she respond eagerly as her eyes glaze over. It seems he realizes he's eliminated any risk of Veena snapping out of her bimbofied lust as he roughly pins her once again to the table.

"More daddy." Veena moans as she lays there panting and drooling on the table. I can't help but wonder how much worse this Inn stay can become.

Unfortunately it seems that it can get worse as my captor roughly pulls my tight pants down letting my hard on spring free and this time I know it will get worse. There's a thud of metal hitting the floor as I try and fail to find the source behind me until I feel something land on my back. It's warm, hard, and about a foot in length as it seems to drool a small amount of warm fluid onto my back and I know that the cod piece wasn't JUST for show.

My captor shifts her grip letting me just enough freedom to try to free my now numb arm as the object leaves my back and nestles between my round cheeks.

"HARDER!" Veena screams momentarily distracting me from my own plight. The bandit releases her hips and grabs her ears roughly seeming pushing her over her edge as her eyes go cross as she orgasms. It seems my captor uses that as her cue as she plunges into my tight virginal ass as I try and fail to suppress a moan.

Thanks to the futa bandit thrusting I manage to free my left arm but it seems she was expecting that as I try to push off the table she grabs my wrist with her free hand and pulls my arms back till I'm arching my back. Despite my attempts her thrusts start to feel good as she pounds me further into the table until I'm mere inches away from Veena's contented drooling face. It only after we crash into each other while her own "captor" continues his fucking that she finally register that I'm there.

"Nora....Nick fuck good." she says in broken common using my father's name as I feel my face burn in anger. She darts with a surprising quickness as she grabs my head with her still free arms and bring my lips to a deep kiss. Each time we are pushed close Veena takes the opportunity as I start to build to my own orgasm. With our captors in sync thrust both me and Veena moan, though she's far more passionate, moan as I cum onto the dirty wooden floor of the inn. My captor isn't far behind me as she thrusts into me with one last plap and a tremor before I feel her seed spurt into my once unsullied hole until I fear I may soon explode. But thankfully that doesn't happen as she lets me drop to the table before roughly pulling out of me. Despite the soreness in my ass I feel her warm seed leaking from my abused and likely gaping hole as I stare into Veena's vapidly content face hoping that it ends soon.

"Hey lookie what the little piggie was keepin'." I hear a female voice and find the merchant seems to just realize he was pickpocketed. The more youthful of the 3 bandits bears in one hand two objects a cow bell on a small seemingly human sized collar and what looks like a pair of wedding rings on a gold necklace, one seeming delicate but plain and one plain. In her other hand clinking together is a pink almost glowing potion and what looks like a red potion that gives of a faint smoke.