A prisoner

Still being cautious, I search the camp. In the tents are many trinkets and baubles, most of which likely stolen from nearby homes and travelling merchants. A small fortune of gold and relics are found in a chest. I'll need to report this location to my guardsmen when I return, and redistribute the wealth among the peasantry. The original owners are likely dead in a burned-out farmstead somewhere. Moving a wooden towershield out of the way reveals something I somehow hadn't noticed before; a stark-naked woman bound and on her knees behind the supplies tent!

She's a smaller girl, a short brunette. Her medium-length hair is all over the place, and her bright green eyes shine in the dim campfire light. Her hands are bound behind her, and her legs host bracers intended to connect to chains on her ankles. Her tight ass sticks out towards me, reflecting some of the light from the flames nearby. I can barely see her little pussy, and her tight ass. Her medium-sized tits hang below her abused body.

The raiders must've captured this poor woman, and have probably subjected her to all manner of horrid cruelty. She turns, noticing me standing there, and begins to beg;

"Please! Let me go! Those men burned grabbed me when I was out collecting water. They'll be back any moment!" she doesn't seem to realize I've taken care of heir captors.

"I've killed them both, they won't be bothering you further." I say, reassuring her

"Both? What about the third! He's still around!".