Leave? Without your things? Surely you can think of something.

You smile at the little riot that has broken out over your soiled undergarments. This seems to be the best time for you to make your mistake, or at least the best time that has presented itself thus far. The problem is that escaping now means leaving all of your clothes, weapons, and the crimson scroll that you were given for your mission behind. While you can remember some of the details of the mission things would be much easier with the scroll for reference. It also means that if you start making mistakes you won’t have to turn around and return to your village in shame.

You remember the words of your master, that this is probably the only chance that you’ll ever have to complete your dream of becoming a shinobi. You can’t throw something like that away just because you’re afraid of what a few men might do to you in your unclothed, unarmed state. You’re sure you can still fight if you need to, and you’ve probably got more than enough energy to be able to deal with a gangbang...well, then again, maybe you don’t.

Before dealing with the troll, your intention had been to get some much needed beauty sleep, but ever since the thought of sleep had come to you, you had been faced with nothing but more challenges that would stand between you and getting the rest that you needed. Maybe you don’t have the energy to stand up against these men after all.

Once you have started thinking about those sorts of problems, a whole new series of problems start moving about in your head. If you aren’t sure that you have enough energy to take these men sexually, you are almost certain that you don’t have enough energy to battle. You look over your shoulder, your mind desperately reaching out for another option. You realize too late that your best alternative to the fight would have been to attempt to make some sore of escape while the riot over your panties was taking place. The little tussle over who would get to keep the garment soaked in your juices has ended, and now the men’s hungry eyes are trained back on you.

You could attempt escape now, but your chances don’t look so good anymore. You could try to fight your way out of this, but without weapons, armor, and in your tired state, you doubt that there is all that much fighting that you can put up with before you lose your head. Your last option is to just bend over and take it, and hope that you can last long enough to make some sort of escape once the men have worn themselves out. None of your options look very promising once you realize just how many men there are, and just how long you’d have to last through the gangbang. It looks like you took too long thinking about what you were going to do, and not enough time doing it. You bite your bottom lip as you realize that was one of the things your master chastised you for.