Anya had been stunned by the attack but now she began to recover. Her attacker laughing stood up from her, cum drooling from his now flacid penis. "Now I shall take you back to my camp and you will become my fuck slave."
As he spoke these words Anya swung her foot up as hard as she could. The top of her foot crashed into his testicles. He staggered backwards, moaning, holding himself. Anya used the time to get to her feet. Recovering the bandit drew his dagger and advanced on her, "Now Im going to cut you bitch!" he spat.
Anya knew that she had little chance. If she ran he would catch her and she would be lost. She had to succeed in her first attack. She felt badly exposed, naked with her hands bound and her mouth gagged. She could feel the bandits cum trickling out of her vagina and down her thigh. Anya was a warrior woman. She forced herself to relax and breathed as deeply as she could. She stepped backwards as the bandit advanced, waiting for her moment. As the bandit closed on her she suddenly stepped forwards towards him, leaned back with all her weight on her back leg and unleashed a snap kick straight at his face. She was fast and the bandit was totally surprised. He fell to the ground and instantly Anya was on him stamping on his face and then his neck. There was a snapping of bones and he laid still.
Anya found his knife and kneeling started to saw at her bonds. It was awkward and hard work but eventually she cut through them. She pulled of the gag and spat the cloth from her mouth.
She took the bandits trousers and cut them down to shorts. His shirt was too large so she wore it unbuttoned but tied in a knot in front of her. She took his dagger and the handful of bullets (useful for bartering) she found in his pocket. Carefully she headed away from the slavers deciding to travel south along the coast.
For a week she travelled uneventfully, avoiding the few people she saw, and living off the land. Late one afternoon she crested a rise and saw below her a valley. Close to the shore she could she a small settlement, smoke rising from a number of fires set among perhaps a dozen teepees. At the further end of the valley was a strange structure unlike anything she had seen before. It was a tall tower that seemed to be made entirely of steel. It caught the setting sun and shone golden orange, a vision of fire. Dispite its beauty Anya shuddered filled with a strange foreboding.
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