Used, robbed, and without gear

Awaking from your sleep, you tumble out of your bedroll. With your mind still in a daze, you gaze around camp and confirm your suspicions. The bandit took everything. Your clothes, your gold, your food, and even your virginity. He only left behind a few small trinkets including soap. Glancing down you read the words etched into the soap. It reads “wash up for next time I find you.” Rising to your knees, your movements are accompanied with a sore pain from your ass. Reaching down you make a half-hearted attempt at wiping away what dry cum remains. The bedroll in front of you has certainly seen better days. Despite a night’s passing, the stains of both semen as well as your own juices remain. The pungent smell of sweat remains heavy on the air the closer you draw near to it.

“What the hell happened last night” you mutter quietly to yourself. “Did I let him do those things to me on purpose? Maybe I wanted that to happen” you continue as you find yourself idly rubbing your sore holes.

Your attention shifts as you can hear a steady sound in the distance. The sound of a rushing river not too far off, seemingly down the hill away from the path. Glancing down at your cum stained lower half, it might be best to take a quick dip. Being without any clothes or gear, you feel **** as you make your way down the hill. If any monsters or bandits were to find you, you’d have no way to defend yourself. And with how uncomfortable walking is at the moment, you doubt you could flee either.