The Bravos escape

Before anything resembling an opportunity presented itself, Becky and Liv needed to endure a bit more vigorous gnoll sex. The gnolls were merciless and enthusiastic, but even their unnatural, bestial lust could not last forever. After long, arduous minutes of rough thrusting and tough rutting, the two gnolls gave their final grunts and ejaculated messily on, in, and around the two bravos.

Every one of Becky’s muscles were sore and burning, and the burn was not entirely unpleasant, though she’d never admit it. Liv was slumped over in a mess of fluids that didn’t solely belong to the gnolls, though she, also, would keep that secret to herself. The gnolls were growling a conversation back and forth above the exhausted women, perhaps deciding what to do with them now that their immediate lusts were slaked, when Liv and Becky’s eyes met. They were exhausted, and demoralized, and violated, but they were also still hanging on to their sanity and resistance, even if only by a thin thread. Liv’s eyes flicked to Becky’s discarded knife, a few feet away from the medic’s hand, and Becky closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Liv moved first, rising to slightly-shaky feet and lunging at the gnoll nearest Becky. The gnoll easily swatted her aside, but Liv’s momentary distraction was enough for Becky to roll to her side, collect her knife, and plunge it into the gnoll’s calf. The second gnoll, a little slower to react, identified Becky as the threat, and dove after her, but this left him exposed to the sharp tap of a rifle butt against the back of his neck. Liv’s blunt attack from behind wasn’t enough to knock him out, but it was more than sufficient to knock him off balance and allow Becky’s knife to finish the dirty work. Her paralytic poison had long-since incapacitated the other gnoll by this point, and finishing him off was a simple task.

The two bravos would have liked to take a moment to collect their bearings and work out a plan, but they had been gone for who-knows-how-long by this point, and they weren’t willing to risk another group of gnolls sneaking up on them while they deliberated. Instead, they quickly donned what few scraps of almost-clothing remained, made sure they weren’t being followed, and ran back towards the entrance.

They only ran into one gnoll on the way back, and he only had a moment for the surprise to register on his face before Liv put a bullet through his brain. She didn’t prefer to shoot while running, but she had fired the shot at too close a range for that to really matter. After that, it was smooth sailing to the mouth of the cave, and into the cool night air.

“Okay,” Becky said between labored breaths, “I think we’re clear, at least for a few minutes. Let’s meet back with Fuu and Emmaline.”

Liv gave a glance over her shoulder into the dark cave before sighing. “We didn’t do very much scouting before we got, uh, caught.”

Becky frowned, but gave Liv a sympathetic smile, “Risk of the lifestyle, Liv. We should be thankful we got out alive. If those gnolls weren’t so horny, they might have just killed us.”

Liv didn’t find this to be a particularly comforting thought as she set out towards the rendezvous point. “Yeah, we were only thoroughly ****. Fantastic. I feel sick.”

Becky looked down at her sweat-and-cum splattered body. “I can’t imagine how those captives must feel. Come on. Let’s find Fuu and Emmaline, then give those gnolls a piece of our mind, okay?”

“Okay,” Liv agreed, then frowned, “Ugh. Emmaline is going to be insufferable, isn’t she?”

Becky couldn’t help but chuckle.