Not even in the slightest

No rescue ever comes, and to be honest you don't even mind that much. The next few days go by in blur of orgies and other sexscapades, each night you go to bed used, abused and covered in cum and every morning you wash yourself in a nearby stream only to repeat it the next night.

During one of your late night fuck fests you happen to overhear a couple of lackies as they spit roast you. "Damn... I'm gonna miss this...one" the man in your mouth grunts to his comrade who's currently filling your pussy "yeah me... Too... But think of what we could do with the gold we'd get from selling her!" Wait selling her? Well shit looks like you won't be kicking around here for much longer.

You begin to put as much thought as you can into the matter as the two men quickly ejaculate into you before wandering off, what new adventures await me now, you think greedily. Your question is quickly answered however as the very next day a carriage arrives in camp to cart you off to who knows where. You're loaded onto the rickety wagon and as you look back at your beloved fucking grounds all you see is your first well endowed captor tossing a large coin pouch in the air over and over again.

You're life soon spirals into a mess of fucking, cleaning, eating and repeating. Turns out you'd originally been sold to some small time lord somewhere in a distant kingdom but after one look at your gaped and abused pussy and mental state he made quick work of selling you to a nearby dive brothel. There countless men could fuck and fill any of your holes for just five shillings a load.

After the first week you forgot all about your mission, 6 months later you forgot your own name and years later you had forgotten any basic brain functions that didn't invlolve sucking, riding or spreading your legs. You failed your quest and ended up as nothing more than a piece of broken fuck meat to be used and forgotten.