Milla shook off her daze and looked around frantically in despair. She was in a wooded glen surrounded by armed and dangerous-looking men and women. They were all staring back at her and she suddenly felt like the prized goose at a celebration feast. She was being held up from behind and she looked down to see the massive hands that encircled her tiny waist. The skin was greyish green with coarse black hair at the knuckles. Ogre. She shuddered in revulsion.

"Man, that is one fine look'n bitch, Silver."

"Yeah, Silver, why'nch you let us 'ave a piece a her?"

"Hey Grunt, why don't you rip off her blouse so we can see her titties?"

"That soldier guy she had killed Tate and Wynch and the others-I say we punish the cunt!" This last statement came from a redhead with a vivid scar running down her face and a sneer twisting her red lips.

"Gentleman, ladies, please. We have company" Milla turned her head at the sound of the sultry, commanding voice, looking for its owner. That was made apparent when the ogre holding her turned to his right and thrust his charge forward until she was nearly nose to nose with a striking woman. "Welcome to Camp Silver, my dear. I trust you find the accommodations to your liking?"

Coarse laughter and more rude remarks drowned out any comments that Milla may have made, but she was too terrified to speak. In fact, the young girl's mind was having trouble focusing and she knew she was becoming hysterical. Milla tried to focus on the woman in front of her, who she assumed was "Silver" and the leader of the bandits. Silver looked to be somewhat younger than her mother, with a lean, hard body that came from a lifetime spent out in the wilds. Her short, spikey hair was white-blond and the source, no doubt, of her name. Ice cold blue eyes captured Milla's gaze and Silver smirked when the girl turned her head away.

"It's been a while since we had any fresh meat in this camp, little girl" Silver ran a soft hand caressingly over Milla's face, then allowed her fingers to fall to the neck of the frightened girl's blouse. "As Salia said, we lost some good people in this raid..." The woman paused for a moment and Milla thought she saw a glimmer of pain in her hard eyes and wondered who the bandit woman lost in the raid. "... yes, we lost some good men and women to that guard you had hired, and for that certain...recompense is required"

With that said, Silver yanked down hard on the poor girl's blouse, tearing the material easily and baring her young breasts to the rowdy bandit gang. Cheers and catcalls filled her ears and Milla felt her face burn bright red. She was still too shocked to protest or even think clearly. She was limp and unresisting when Grunt, the ogre holding her, let her slide out of his arms on to the ground below. Eager hands from people she was not even watching grabbed out and flipped her on her back and stretched her limbs into a spread eagle. Stakes were driven deep into the earth and rope was produced and used to bind her securely in the humiliating position, but still Milla was too dazed to comprehend. A lithe female wood elf appeared in front of her, a slim knife in each hand and demonstrated her skill with the blades by quickly slicing the remainder of Milla's clothes into thin shreds without once nicking her vulnerable skin.

It wasn't until a large man with lanky brown hair knelt between her legs and viciously plunged his hard cock into her unprepared pussy did Milla focus on the here and now. She was incredulous as she felt rough hands grabbing her tits and cruelly twisting and pulling: she was being raped. By a lot of people. Who wouldn't stop abusing her until they had spilled every last drop of sperm they has in her.

Milla smiled.