Amicilii has an idea.

Grinning evilly at the bound brunette, Amicilii called for one of his men and whispered something to him, he nodded grimly and left the group, heading Westward in the company of two other men. With his men on some unknown chore, Amicilii declared it time to set up camp until they returned. The bandits quickly unpacked and set up their ratty tents and set up a guard post with the slow, sloppy pace of an untrained group of thugs. One of the men, a gangly creature coated in a film of dust and dirt, rudely dragged Druuna and Janette to a spot along the stream and nailed their nooses to a sturdy oak tree with thick metal railroad ties.

The sun finished its trek across the sapphire fields of the sky and a campfire was lit amongst the bandit camp. The smell of stew enticed the captive women, but Druuna and Janette were only given a few chunks of rock hard travel rations by one of the bandits.

Before retiring for the night, a few of the bandits decided to grab a quick fuck with Druuna. They used and abused her precious body, then left her on the ground, exhausted, coated in semen and without even the thinnest scrap of fabric to protect her bare skin from the cold of night. Shivering and crying softly, Druuna fell into a thankfully dreamless oblivion.