No, but time to think

My initial impressions on the rope handling skills of my captors proves to be false. The more I struggle against the bonds, the tighter they squeeze. After a few minutes of tugging, the pain around my wrists and ankles begins to match the soreness of my used holes. It's no use. Letting out a sigh, I roll over in the dirt, my back facing the other prisoner. I feel like crying. How did I get myself into this position? Taking a walk to clear my head about my decision? Yeah right. I'm running away from having to make a choice, and now I'm the used cumrag of some horrible bandits. Maybe I deserved this.

My father never expressed indecisiveness, a positive trait to have except for that one time he insulted a foreign ambassador because he answered too quickly in a very poor version of their tongue. What should have been a simple "yes, I agree to your proposal" turned to an insult of the ambassador's sister. The king was far from perfect, but he was my dad, and now, he's dying somewhere without the presence of a family member. What a terrible way to go, even if it is his own fault for whoring around. How will I ever fill his shoes?

The sounds of the forest permeate the night. Crickets chirp and owls hoot as the head out for the night's hunt. That should have been me, stealthy, deadly. I would never have ended up in this position. How careless! Conversation breaks my thought. "Goddess, that bitch was a good fuck, eh?" one bandit says to the crew. His comment is met with laughs and cheers from the other two. "Her ass was so tight, like a virgin cunt," another replies with just as much bravado. Terrible men. "And Pip here got to fuck his first whore," the second voice continues, "Welcome to manhood!" Tin mugs crash together. Pip, that must be the one with the small cock who was watching at first. Well, that's a consolation I guess?

Cum drips out of my well fucked holes, a constant reminder of my fucking. If I make it out of here, I'll need to have a conversation with a sorceress about preventing pregnancy. Of course, it was horrible, being taken against my will. But, why did I orgasm. Why did I cum to these ruthless thugs fucking me like a common whore? The honest true was it felt good. No thinking, no decision making, just pleasure. Goddess, what I am saying? I could never do that. I'm a princess, and I need to escape

It takes another half hour of just breathing for my blood to finally calm down, the post adrenaline crash to over take my senses and the sweet relief of sleep.

Faint sunlight and the sound of running water draw me out of a fettered rest. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. The other prisoner looks at me with one eye open, behind her the thick cock bandit pisses noisily on a tree. The memories of last night rush back, and I realize that it wasn't just a dream. The man shakes his dick and turns, his eyes meeting mine.

"Well, looks like the whore is awake," he says stepping over, his cock swinging freely. His form looms over my kneeling body. "Why don't you show me how grateful you are that I let you live," he teases as he pushes his member towards my face.