You don't

Raben's cock, slick with your saliva, continues to slide between your lips faster and faster. All you have to do to is pull yourself off of him, then spread your wet pussy for him. His willpower is surely non existent at this point, and he will do anything to get to cum.

Your plan quickly falls to pieces, however, as Raben reaches an arm through the cage to grab onto your head. No! Let go, don't cum yet! You feebly attempt to pull back, but Raben is holding you too tight, and your state of arousal has you weakened. Your only hope is to steal one of his knives and kill him before he finishes.

Your face is pressed up against the cage, so you can't actually see where his weapons are sheathed, but you remember he had a small dagger hooked onto his left thigh. You slowly reach your arm through the cage, carefully groping for the dagger. You accidentally touch Raben's leg, so in order to avoid suspicion you grab onto it, in hopes he will think you are simply eager for his load. Then you casually glide your hand up his leg, until your fingers find the end of the sheath. So close, only need to...

A hot explosion hits the back of your throat as Raben finally cums. His seed uncontrollably flows down your throat, warming your insides. Raben releases his hold on your head and slides his glistening shaft out of your mouth. You can feel a few strands of his cum clinging onto your tongue, and for some reason you swirl it around your mouth. His pungent flavor hits your taste buds, and you feel a pleasant tingle between your legs. You tilt your head back and swallow the cum.

“Haha, and you swallow like a good whore. You're going to make a great ****!” Raben laughs as he jumps down from the carriage.

You've lost your chance for escape, but why do you feel happy? Has the daemon really broken you down into a cum-slut?

The rest of the men returned from their morning hunt, bearing a few rabbits and other unidentifiable hunks of flesh and fur. The quickly cooked them up and had their meal whilst recalling past adventures and listing their favorite whores. Once they were finished eating, one of them came over to you and Leah's cages and tossed in some scraps of meat, as well as a small clay mug of water. You welcomed the respite of real food, as far as you can remember the only thing you've eaten or drank in the past day is cum, both daemonic and human. Plus, you will need energy for when you next try to escape.

The bandits put out the campfire and rolled up their tents, then got back on their horses to finish the rest of the trip to Ashmore. You wrap yourself back up with the linen blanket, and curl up into a corner of your cage. You are dreading what might happen to you in Ashmore, but part of you is somewhat hopeful. Perhaps whoever purchases you will be a kind master, or at the very least you will be free of this cage and in more of a position to escape.

The day of travel feels much longer, winding through endless tunnels of trees and across vast expanses of plains. The bandits seem to keep to side roads, so you never pass by any civilians that you could ask for help from. You notice Raben glancing at your cage every now and then, giving you a disgusting grin. If you escape, he will be the first one you kill.

Finally, just as the sun is setting, you arrive in Ashmore. You come into it from a hill, so the entire expanse of the flat city is before you. None of the wooden houses raises higher than three stories, save for one massive structure in the center; a colosseum whose rounded stone walls dwarf everything around it. A large river cuts through middle of the city though most of it is covered by docks, bridges, and boats. There are no walls or guard towers, as the city is almost entirely inhabited by bandits and slavers. There are no laws here, only the unspoken code of thieves holds the fragile city together.

Your captors guide your cart into the city, and onto what appears to be the main street. The harsh wooden buildings seem to have been built hastily but also stand firm as though they could withstand a trebuchet. The people walking through the street almost appear normal, then you catch a glimpse of a blade tucked under a shirt, or someone towing a line of slaves by chain. Your cart lurches to a stop in-front of a long two-story building. You and Leah are pulled out of your cages, and just as quickly your hands are clasped with thick iron cuffs.

“Alright everyone, you know your jobs. Meet tomorrow at the market in the morning!” The leader, whose name you still don't know, shouts to his men. He then pulls you and Leah by your bound hands into the building.

The room you enter looks like a tavern, many sturdy wooden tables have unsavory looking men sitting around them, drinking from large mugs. You catch many feverish grins as you are shepherded past them by the bandit leader as he makes his way to the back of the room. He pulls you up a rickety staircase, then into a small room with two old beds. He tosses you and Leah onto one of the beds, the two of you barely have enough room and on top of that he attaches your cuffs onto the bed post. Then he throws the dirty sheet over the two of you, then removes his gear and gets into the second bed.

You sigh in relief, as you expected he would take advantage of you and Leah. It's rather surprising that this vile slaver would not want to fuck two beautiful women that he has chained to a bed. Perhaps he doesn't want to further damage his merchandise. You shift yourself to find the least uncomfortable position, and try to get to get some sleep. Tomorrow you are likely going to be sold to someone, and you will need your energy to attempt another escape.