Earlier that night

Inside the largest shed:
Amicilii was seated by a small metal table, leaning bag on an old beanbag, with pieces of duct tape keeping its contents from spilling out.
Two young women, dirty and clad only in panties, were resting against the beanbag, their legs drawn together on the floor and their ankles tied together.
The women, who served as Amicilii’s personal slaves, were both looking weary-eyed when Janette entered the shed, passing by the two guards watching the door.

“What the fuck do you want?” The bandit leader asked Janette, rounding off by letting loose a loud belch before pouring some booze down his throat.
“Look, Druuna and my father…” Janette began, shuffling her feet as she though off what to say next, “I want to buy them back.”
“Oh you stupid cow…” Amicilii grinned, “how the hell do you intend to do that?”
“Druuna and me, we where on our way to a warehouse loaded with stuff, it’s got to be worth ten or twenty times what you’d loose on Druuna, not counting what dad owes you.”
“Great news, kid.” Amicilii voice was dripping with sarcasm, “but do you know something? I can fucking **** you for the location of that warehouse and then make a hefty little bonus by selling both you bitches on the open market.”
At this point, the guards by the door both levelled their guns at Janette, meaning that she’d be shot full of holes instantly if she tried anything.

“You fucking pig…” Janette’s heart had dropped to the point where she couldn’t even muster the energy to scream at Amicilii.
“Hey, it’s not my fault that you’re turning out to be such a pussy. I’d had let you bring me at least two or three slaves more if it hadn’t been for your whining and moaning giving me such a fucking headache.” Amicillii was grinning sadistically at this point.
“You asshole… at least tell me what’s happened to my dad.”
“Nah, what fun would that be? I’ll pop in to your new owner later on and let you know once I’ve killed the old fart. Now be a good girl and strip.”
“What?” Janette’s head was spinning, and she felt an urgent need to vomit as her face paled.
“Look, you got two very simple options. You can take your clothes off, or I can have Kobe and Larry beat the shit out of you and then tear that sluttish outfit of yours to pieces.”

Struggling to keep from crying, not wanting to give Amicilli the satisfaction of having humiliated her completely, Janette removed her clothes silently and as rapidly as her shivering arms would let her, until she stood completely naked.
“Throw in the shed next to the one where the other bitch’s locked up, and tell the boys that there’s got more pussy just waiting to be abused.” Amicilli briefed his two guards, who dragged a weakly struggling Janette with them outside.