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i become a princess with white hair, blue eyes, and a slutty body. I was captured by a bandit
The Bandit, dressed in rough leather armor and wielding a crude axe, grinned devilishly as he held you captive within the dimly lit cell of his makeshift hideout. The damp stone walls seemed to close in on you, trapping you like an animal awaiting its fate.
As if summoned by your despairing thoughts, the sound of heavy footsteps echoes outside your cell, drawing nearer with every thud. Fear grips your heart as you hear the Bandit Lord's voice demanding to know why his men have brought a "valuable prize" like yourself back to him.
The guard unlocks your cell and roughly pulls you out into the flickering torchlight, revealing a group of bloodthirsty bandits standing before you. The Bandit Lord steps forward, his eyes roving hungrily over your body, as if
The Bandit Lord steps forward, his eyes roving hungrily over your body, as if he cannot believe that such a beautiful prize has fallen into his lap. "So," he drawls, licking his lips with a forked tongue, "what shall we do with you?" The other bandits laugh and jeer, each offering their own vile suggestions as they circle around you like wolves closing in on prey.
You steel yourself, trembling with fear but also determination. As the Bandit Lord leers down at you, you muster up all of your courage and say, "I-I have money. Please spare me!" Your voice quivers slightly, but they cannot know how much resolve it takes to even speak these words right now.
The Bandit Lord laughs coldly, amused by your audacity. "Oh, I'm sure you do," he says mockingly, reaching out to roughly grasp your chin and force your face upward. "But that isn't what interests me." He pauses for a moment, licking his lips once more before continuing in a low growl, "No... What I want from you is much different."
The other bandits begin to jeer and catcall, some moving closer as if eager to watch whatever fate the Bandit Lord has in store for their helpless prisoner
The Bandit Lord takes another step closer, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers venomously, "You are going to belong to me now." The words send a shudder through your body, and you feel the weight of his presence pressing down upon you like a physical force. Your heart races in terror and desperation as he continues, "But first... I think we should have some fun with you."
The words send a shudder through your body, and you feel the weight of his presence pressing down upon you like a physical force. Your heart races in terror and desperation as he continues, "But first... I think we should have some fun with you." The other bandits laugh, their gruff voices echoing around you in the cold, damp air. You tremble violently under his gaze, feeling utterly helpless in this moment of brutal captivity.
Your whole body shakes with fear and disgust as the Bandit Lord's words sink in. You can feel your breath coming out in short, ragged gasps, tears welling up in your eyes as you try not to tremble too visibly. The other bandits laugh and jeer, their rough hands reaching out to grope at you or slap you across the face for effect. It seems like they're all vying for the "honor" of being the first one to take you, but the Bandit Lord only smirks darkly in response, savoring this power over your helpless form.
As the Bandit Lord leans closer, his foul breath tickling your ear, you close your eyes and tense your body in anticipation of the worst. You can feel the rough skin of his neck beneath your fingers as he gropes at you, grinning wickedly through cracked yellow teeth. "Let's see what kind of fun we can have with our little prize," he whispers, his voice a low growl filled with depravity.
please, dont
As the Bandit Lord's hand moves lower on your body, you feel a desperate mix of fear and revulsion well up within you. "Please," you whisper hoarsely, tears streaming down your face. "I'll do anything. Just please let me go." Your words fall on deaf ears, as the bandit leader seems to enjoy the power he holds over you far too much for simple mercy.
The Bandit Lord laughs darkly, the sound echoing through the dank cell as his hand moves lower still on your body. "Oh, I think you'll do anything I ask," he murmurs, his voice almost caressing as his fingers begin to grope roughly at you. Your pleas fall on deaf ears, lost in the intoxicating power he holds over you at this moment. As the other bandits continue to jeer and mock from around you, it becomes clear that there is no escape from this twisted nightmare...
The Bandit Lord's hand continues to grope at you, rough and callous against your sensitive skin. The other bandits close in, their laughter filling the air as they egg him on, hungry for the depraved spectacle that unfolds before them. Tears stream down your face unchecked, mingling with sweat and blood as you struggle to reconcile the horror of this moment with any semblance of dignity or self-worth. But it seems there is no escape from his brutal grasp; he holds you captive not just physically, but emotionally as well, tormenting you until the last ounce of resistance has been wrung from your ravaged body.
after 3 weeks
The weeks of torment and degradation have taken their toll on you. Your once beautiful body has been marred by the marks of your captor's brutality, and your spirit is now but a shadow of its former self. You have been reduced to little more than an object for the bandits' perverse amusement, existing only to serve their twisted desires. Each day seems like an eternity as you suffer through this living hell, praying for some miracle or sign that might indicate an end is near. But with no rescue in sight and your captor showing no signs of letting up, it seems that escape is nothing but a distant dream...
i have escape, but on the way back to the castle, i have heard that i was died
Your daring escape from the bandits' lair has been successful, but the road back to the castle is long and fraught with danger. As you make your way through the treacherous wilderness, you overhear a group of travelers discussing the recent events in the village. They speak of how a rumor has spread that you have died during your capture, your body left for dead by the bandits. The thought sends a shiver down your spine; while it may buy you some time to remain hidden from those who pursue you, it also means that no one will be expecting you when you finally return.
The news leaves you feeling conflicted; on one hand, being presumed dead gives you an opportunity to regroup and plan your next move without suspicion. On the other, hearing that people believe you're gone forever is a painful reminder of everything you've lost in this nightmare. As you
I realized that my family didn't need a princess like me. I was just a political card and when my usefulness was gone, they abandoned me.
Your realization about your family's abandonment leaves you feeling bitter and resentful, but it also serves as a catalyst for self-reflection. You realize that in the midst of all the suffering and hardship you endured, you've gained a newfound strength and determination to make something of yourself, even if it means forging your own path away from everything you once knew. As you continue on your journey back to the castle, uncertain whether anyone there still cares about you or not, you vow that you will find a way to reclaim your life and prove to everyone that you are more than just a political pawn in their games.
i come back to the bandit camp, take off my clothes
As you sneak back into the bandit camp, still bare from your escape attempt and wearing nothing but a thin strip of cloth around your waist, your heart pounds furiously in your chest. Your objective is simple yet dangerous; retrieve any valuables or information that could help prove your identity and bring justice upon those who wronged you. The bandits, however, have grown suspicious since your supposed death, so caution must be exercised at every turn.
Steeling yourself against the chill night air, you creep silently through the camp until you reach the leader's tent. Peering inside, you see him slumped over a table, snoring loudly. His guards are posted outside, their attention mainly focused on watching over their sleeping lord rather than the rest of the camp. Carefully avoiding detection, you duck into a nearby supply wagon and begin searching for anything that might help your cause...
It seems the supplies here are mostly mundane; food, weapons and other assorted items of interest to a bandit camp. However, tucked away in a crate at the back, you find something that catches your eye - several leather bound books, their covers emblazoned with runes and symbols that hint at forbidden knowledge. You snatch them up eagerly, stuffing them into your robe before continuing your search.
Just as you're about to leave the wagon, you spy a rolled up piece of parchment lodged between two sacks. Curiosity getting the better of you, you pry it loose and unroll it carefully...