What do we have here?

I spin around. It's so dark I can't see more than a few feet,

"Well look what we have here. A couple of lost little birds." The voice is slick and smooth but kind of ****, kind of familiar too. It makes me uneasy. A masked man stepped out of the darkness. His boots are worn hard and dirty, but the rest of him is immaculate. One by one other men in masks appeared. There are five of them in total. The other four are dressed in tatters compared to the first man, their leader. Bandits! They must have been watching the road! The bandit leader saunters over to us. Emma tries to run, and I go for the knife on my hip, but he's too fast! I feel a cold blade on my neck. Em is less lucky. She runs straight into a hard jab to the gut, and crumbles in place.

"This little bird has claws." He looks around at his friends who laugh and begin to close in around us. He turns back to me and my eyes lock on his. I feel the point of his knife press into my neck. I raise my hands slowly. With his free hand the masked man removed my knife and tossed it on the ground towards his men.

"Good little bird. I've got a nice little cage for you." He pets Emma's head before grabbing her hair tightly. I tense up and clench my fists when she cries out, but back down as I feel pressure on the blade again.

"Yes. You're going to be good little birds. I can tell." He lifts the dagger up ad down forcing me to nod my head. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Emma, still on the ground, groping at his hand. He yanks her hair up and down forcing her to do the same.

"AH! Excellent." His entire demeanor shifts and his voice raises an octave. "Tie em up and take em home!" The man spins on a heal and walks off as two hands grab a hold of me.

A man with a fat gut holds me against his sweaty body. I try to elbow him, but he just lifts me up and laughs. Another man grinning from ear to ear begins cutting at the laces holding my cloths together. He looks like he may have been handsome before whatever tore up his face left him heavily scarred.

"You 'ere right Hammer. They both's giiiirls!" He grins from ear to ear as my tits spill out.

"Who knows better an me wha' girls sound like when they scream?" Hammer's laugh makes me wanna puke. He wrenches my arms pack painfully and growls into my ear,

"I sure hope the Cap'ain give you to me. I'm gonna make you howl, bitch."

I try to escape with renewed vigor, but it's no use. He's too strong. I look around frantically for any hope of salvation, anything at all. The Captain is leaning against a tree basking in his good luck. Emma has literally put up no fight. Her skirt is gone. Her slashed corset hangs open. Emma's tits are amazing. I get lost for a moment staring at her pale flesh in the moonlight.

One of the other men has yanked her lacy underthings off and put them on his head like a hat (A hilarious gesture by bandit standards I guess). The fourth man snaps me out of my daze. and stops my struggle entirely. One hard kick to Emma's stomach and she's no longer on her knees but doubled over on the ground.

The men bind me with rope that burns my skin. The last thing I see before they pull a bag over my head is them groping Emma.

"Enough! We've promises to keep, and miles to go before we sleep."

"Promises?"

"Just bag the other one."

Hammer poked and prodded me before tossing me over his shoulder.