Cassandra comes along

Set groggily came to, finding himself tied to a tree on the edge of an encampment, in the shadows. Several tents surrounded a couple of roaring fires, around which a number of gruff-speaking, rough-skinned mercenaries, scroungers, chancers and clear no-gooders sat with their back to Set. They were quaffing from oversized bottles and guffawing at obscene jokes.
One of them, a heavy-set man with a thick mane of scraggy black hair, aimed a rusted six-gun at a dazzingly-coloured parrot on the treeline. A loud shot echoed around the camp. He clipped the parrot's wing, and the parrot squawked up and away, angry and scared, while the other brutes laughed and clapped the shooter on the back.

Set struggled against his bonds, but the ropes were firm and well tied. His head throbbed and he wondered if he had a black eye. The natives had hit him several times with heavy sticks until he had blacked out. Set had tried to fight them off, but they had circled him and already took the first dizzying blow, just as he had been taking some breaths after that great lump of a tiger had crushed and winded him.

He was just about to compose himself and take a real, measured stock of the situation, looking for any chance of escape, when a figure came out of the nearest tent and walked up to his tree, unseen by the men around the campfire.

The person revealed themself, as the shadows clutched and swept around them, to be a very attractive and shapely raven-haired woman. She was not as provocatively dressed as Set may have liked, but she was certainly very pleasing to the eye. She was wearing light khaki, just like her husband, except worn in a rather feminine and form-hugging style. It seemed less that the clothes were a custom fit, and more that her voluptuous form simply filled out what were probably meant to be more loose-fitting clothes. Jungle microshorts were strapped into extra wide hips, cut off at the bottom to reveal the very tops of her creamy thighs, seemingly untouched by the hazards of mosquitos and barbarous thorns.
Her beige short-sleeved shirt was tightest around her torso, her impressive 38F bust stretching out the fabric, which was unbuttoned to show off the first few inches of the cleft between her massive boobs. The area where the material may have had some leeway - her narrow waist - was almost corsetted by a sharply tied belt, thus preserving the hourglass figure while accentuating her heavy tits even more.

"Cassie... Cassandra." Set croaked.
"Hey there Doctor Bones..." Cassandra purred in his ear in her erotic German accent, pushing her bust against his trussed up form. "It's been an awful long time..."
Set groaned. "Look I don't know whose side your on these days, but I would be very grateful if you could help me out of this mess."
Cassandra smiled, eyeing him mischeviously. "Well, I don't know about that. Nigel wouldn't like that. How grateful exactly?"