Roger sneaks into the prisoner tent.

With everyone watching Becky and the other captive, there was no safe way to get them out right away. Roger decided to wait for a more opportune moment to make an escape. In the meantime, Roger wanted to get a better lay of the land. He kept a wide berth from the crowd and snuck over to the tent the girls had been kept in. With eyes on the naked dancers, Roger slipped inside, unseen.

The tent had wooden supply crates on the sides, a chair and a metal cell. Roger gave the cell a shake. It felt solid, There was no way of getting out of there without a key. Roger peered outside again and spotted the man that took Becky and the other girl out of the tent. That man had a key chain on the side of his belt. He'd have to get the keys from him somehow. He glanced over to Becky, clenching his fist as one of the brigands groped her breasts. Becky appeared to be seething, but holding her tongue. Roger turned his attention back to the jail and formulated a plan.

He could fit into one of the crates and hide until the guard's guard was down, then steal the key and get the girls out. Once he did that, he'd need to find a way out of the camp. He snuck out of the tent through a gap in the back so he wouldn't walk into the crowd, then he looked around from a means of escape. At the end of the camp was a stable of horses. He didn't know how to ride a horse, but that would be a quick getaway if he could. At the very least, he could free the horse to keep the bandits from pursuing. With a plan to get out, Roger went back into the prison tent. He peeked out to see how Becky and the other one was doing. The men were all over them, fondling and manhandling their bodies while they grit their teeth and took it. One of the men pulls his pants down and started stroking his dick in Becky's face. Roger took a deep breath, gritting his own teeth. The man grabbed Becky's hair and started to pull her face toward his erect cock. Roger half stepped out of the tent, ready to strike.

Suddenly, the man with his dick out got struck with an iron gauntlet fist. "No one touches them like that until I have them first!" Announced the camp leader. His men laughed and jeered the would be assailant. "Take them away!" the leader waved to the jailor.

Roger quickly got into his hiding place and waited for the girls to be sent back in. Becky and her companion were shoved into the cell and the jailor locked the key before stepping out for more festivities.

The blonde maiden with Becky trembled and cried in Becky's arms. "Shh..shh.. it's ok, we'll be ok," Becky assured her friend. Despite her encouraging words, there was a look of despair on her face.

"Becky..." Roger whispered from his hiding place. Becky turned. Roger poked his head out from under the crate.

"Roger!" Becky smiled with a glimmer of hope. "How did you find us?" she whispered, keeping an eye out for the guard.

"It was easy to follow even for a guy like me," Roger said. "I'm going to get you out of here!"

"Who's this?" the girl asked in an equally hushed tone.

"This is my husband, Roger. Roger, this is Penelope," Becky introduced.

"Sorry to meet you under these conditions, milady," Roger said.

Penelope still clung tightly to Becky like a security blanket. "Likewise, Sir Roger," she replied.

"I'm going to try and get you guys out..." Roger told them.

"If you could, I would forever be in your debts... you wife has already rescued me from the rapids..." Penelope said, beginning to hope again.

"Well, here's the plan.." Roger said, going through how he thought they could get out. Penelope revealed that she lived in a village nearby and that she knew how to ride a horse, so once they got that far, she could lead the way. Becky explained that they would need to make the escape soon since the leader planned to have his way with them after his meal which would be ready as soon as the hog finished cooking. Roger still needed to get the key to the cell from the prison guard though. How was he going to do that?