The girl intervenes

Just as I'm bracing to either be **** or beaten to **** by the large man that is in control of my body, I hear a loud "clang" from his vicinity. His grip releases entirely on my body, causing me to slump entirely forward. I feel him fall on top of me, his deflating big cock pressing into my right cheek uncomfortably. After unintentionally eating a health dose of grass and dirt, I manage to squirm my mostly-naked body out from underneath his hulking form. After finally escaping, and still confused at what just happened, I manage to roll over and get a better look at what just occurred.

The man is either dead, or ****, and I can see the faint glint of light from the warm crimson that now runs down his neck, his face to the floor much like mine just was. There is a slender silhouette, occupying the space that the man just stood at. My eyes finally focus around the campfire light, and find that my savior was the naked prisoner from before! She hasn't ran off as I previously suspected, and has returned the favor I had just granted her.

The woman's hands are still bound, and she holds a black frying pan in her hands, the bottom of which is still cherry-red hot from sitting on the nearby flames. She drops this blunt object on the man she's just struck, his back leather pouch sizzling a bit in contact with the hot steel. I cannot see her face, nor her expression from this angle, the darkness covering her not allowing me to make out many details.

Noticing a large iron key secured onto the man's waist belt, I retrieve this, suspecting it to be the means to release this poor girl's bindings. My suspicions prove to be true, as I unlock the metal bracers around her wrist, freeing her from the shackles the men had placed on her.