Roger finds a safe place to cross.

As **** as he was to rescue Becky and the other girl, Roger wasn't about to dive in head first in fast running water. The sensible approach would be to find a safe place to cross, so he did with as much haste as he could muster. He ran downstream to the choppy rapids. At least here there was footing to stand on. He still had to be careful not to slip on moss though, so he hopped from rock surface to rock surface until he was on the other side. From there, he raced over to where his wife and companion were attacked.

By the time he reached the spot, he was too late. Everyone was gone. There were signs of a struggle; scuffed up sand, torn white fabric and drag marks. Roger followed the drag marks back to the woods. He marched quickly at first, following the easy trail, but as the trail faded into dense woodland floor, Roger became more trepidatious. He moved slowly and listened carefully. He heard laughter in the distance. He followed it, being careful to blend in with the environment and keeping an eye out for lookouts. There was the smoke of a fire not much further. He headed there. He reached a small clearing. The smoke was coming from a firepit in the middle of a bandit camp. They were cooking wild hog on a spit. Roger's stomach growled, reminding him he hadn't eaten all day. He had more important things to worry about than food though. There were tents pitched throughout the camp. One of them must be where they put Becky and the girl.

Roger staked out the place a bit longer, watching the men there. They seemed oblivious of any danger, merrily drinking and laughing and singing songs.

"Bring them out!" ordered a large man in black armor. He wore a black helm with horns engraved on the side that obscured his face so that only the lower half was visible. Another man went into a nearby tent, then dragged out the two women. The blonde that Becky had rescued had lost her gown and was bound up naked in ropes. Becky still wore her warrior outfit, although the loin cloth was torn off so it just resembled a slinky bikini, similarly bound. Roger felt a little guilty now for picking that outfit for her.

"Dance!" The apparent leader ordered the two women.

Becky stared the man down defiantly while the other woman trembled in fear.

"DANCE!" the man ordered. He made a quick glance to one of the other brigands that carried a whip. That brigand took out the whip and cracked the air with it loudly.

"AAAHHH!" the blond maiden cried and started to move to the music.

The crowd roared their approval.

"You too!" the leader pointed to Becky.

The whip man cracked his whip again, disturbingly close to Becky's ear. Becky flinched and started to move along with the maiden. The raucous crowd reached out and groped the women as they danced. They yanked at Becky's bikini, taunting her was names and mental images of what they planned to do with their bodies. With the men distracted, now seemed like a good opportunity for Roger to try to rescue the girls.