Surrender

With the bows pointed at you, the arrows would at the very least heavily injure you before you could draw your sword, if not kill you. Preferring not to die, you go raise your hands up above your head.

"I surrender," you say.

"Smart choice" One of them says as they approach you.

They roughly grab your wrists and wrap leather straps around them, binding you.

"Okay, now rip off her dress" One of them speaks up.

You blush at the thought of being naked in front of these women.

"Maybe once we get back to camp" The one who bound you says.

With a quick shove to your back, you all start walking to what you presume is their camp. All the while you can feel all of their eyes, drinking in your curves.