Sadly, naked, they aren't afraid of you.

Five steps later you hear exactly what you didn't want as one of them decides to call you out, “She can't take all of us, her gun only holds 6 bullets.”

Spinning on your heel, you level the gun at the head of the one that spoke, but you can't bring yourself to fire. However you are determined not to let them know that, “I don't need bullets to kill all of you, just the first six.”

“Get her.” Another yells, “Make her pay for her crimes.”

“Awe fuck.” Maybe you can take them all, but at the same time you know most if not all are actually the good guys here, so you can't bring yourself to simply start killing them. Turning, you make a break for the largest opening, and make a run for it, knowing if you can simply get past them, you can easily out distance them all. A rising knee to the chest sends one backward, then continuing with your momentum you basically run up the man as he falls backwards. Sadly as powerful as the blow was, your previous battle, fucking, and being nearly choked to **** has taken it's toll, and he isn't taken out. He does fall to the ground, but he grabs you leg as he does, causing you to crash violently to the ground, knocking the wind out of you. In an instant more hands are all over you, and your belongings are torn from your hands. Kicking and thrashing out, gets several of your attackers black eyes, some deep bruises, and maybe even a broken bone or two, but it doesn't take long before four men have you, one by each limb, and haul you up off of the ground. “Fuck, let me go, the captain in there was the one responsible for the **** of the prince.” This causes a few knowing glances from the men that tells you that you might have at least one of them believing you, but they don't let you go.

Then one of them decides to make a command decision. “Put her head on the block and hold her down, I am getting the ax.” This causes a roar in the group and you are hauled across the clearing to where prisoners must be frequently executed. They slam you violently to the block and hold you in place waiting, just as you open your mouth to plead you case once again, it is filled with a thick leather gag, silencing all but gurgled protests. Yet before you feel the blade of the ax, you hear something that might just be salvation. “God look at that ass. Fuck this, I am getting some if we are killing her anyway.” Then a second voice. “No, you can't that's wrong.” A third chimes in, “Wait, all of this is wrong, she should have a trial.” This causes a general muttering that causes your mind racing, but as your right hand is bound with a leather strap, that is then run through a rung in front of you, all you can do is fight to stop him from attaching the other end to your other hand, knowing full well that if they do, you won't get away. Then a familiar feeling lets you know that someone decided to act, as a thick meaty cock slips into your asshole. At least one of the two fighting to bind your left hand takes objection to this act, as suddenly he stops fighting and shouts, “What do you think you are doing? Stop at once. I agree she should be put to ****, but that is just wrong.” “What do you care?” The other fires back, but is silenced by a sharp blow the crack you can here quite loudly, and suddenly his cock slips out of you. The man holding the strap binding your hand is then tackled to the ground, and this move apparently was performed right over you as suddenly you find yourself not being held by anyone. A leather strap binds your right hand, but thankfully it isn't secured anywhere, and it takes only a second before you are on your feet, free once again. The guards around you are obviously both shocked, and inflamed by the actions of the others, and you can now see a path of escape. The guard is coming back with a huge ax, but is the only one between you and the exit. A quick survey also allows you to see your things, but to go for them will entail more chances for the crowd to act and might get you captured once again.