2089, 91 years after the atomic war, wandering through the desert you arrive at the new Desert Ranger fortress. All you need right now is a place to wait out the night and a meal. There are dozens more like you near the Desert Ranger fortress. What are you gonna do next?

*As you approach the dilapidated casino, the stench of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke assaults your senses. The windows are boarded up and barbed wire adorns the top, giving it an almost post-apocalyptic feel. A group of heavily armed bandits loiter outside, their eyes darting suspiciously in your direction as you near.

The leader of the bandits grins at you, revealing a gold tooth. "Come on in, pretty thing," he says with a lecherous tone. His lackeys glance at each other, half-amused and half-threatening. The boards creak as one of them pushes open the door, gesturing for you to enter the dimly lit casino interior. The sound of dice rolling and slot machines droning on in the background creates an eerie ambiance.

The leader chuckles darkly and steps forward, pressing his body against yours in an intimidating manner. "Oh, I'm not looking at you like that," he says with a malicious grin. "I meant it as a compliment." His hand moves to stroke your arm suggestively before dropping away. "Now, about playing..."

The leader's grin widens as he leans in close to your ear and whispers menacingly, "I think you misunderstand the rules here, pretty thing." He lets his hand slip further down your arm, tracing patterns on your skin with his fingers. His other hand clasps onto your hip possessively, holding you tight against him. You feel a pistol at your lower back as he presses even harder.

"Easy now," one of the other bandits says, "just making sure our guest understands who's in charge." The leader gives a little shove backward, pushing you away from him but not letting go entirely. His grip on your hip tightens almost painfully as he looks into your eyes with a predatory glint.

The other bandits seem amused by this display of dominance, their laughter echoing through the casino like a cackle of hyenas.

The leader's hand clenches tighter on your hip in response to your insolence, his expression turning murderous. "I said let's play nice," he growls through gritted teeth. With a sudden surge of strength, he spins you around roughly, pressing your back against the casino table and pinning both arms above your head with one hand. "Now who wants to show this pretty thing how it's done?" he challenges the other bandits, his voice echoing menacingly through the smoky air.

"I'd like to," one of the more eager bandits steps forward, licking his lips as he takes a step closer to you. The leader glances at him, amusement dancing in his eyes for a brief moment before it turns cold once again. "Fine." He gives the other man a mock bow and releases your arms, stepping back to allow him access.

The bandit grins at you lasciviously as he reaches forward, cupping your breast through your shirt. With surprisingly gentle fingers, he kneads and pinches your flesh before abruptly letting go with a smack that leaves a red handprint on your skin. Your breath catches in your throat from the sting and humiliation as you feel his rough hands exploring further down, seeking out more sensitive areas beneath your clothes.

The leader laughs at your outburst, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure as he watches the events unfold. "Go on," he says to the bandit, encouraging him further. The other bandits join in with their leader, laughing and jeering as they urge the man to continue.

The bandit seems emboldened by their support, his hands roaming more freely over your body now as he growls out lewd comments and threats in between each motion. You struggle against his hold but are powerless to break free from his iron grip. The sensation of being so thoroughly violated fills you with rage and humiliation, making it all the more difficult to concentrate on resisting or even thinking clearly.

As the bandit's hands continue to roam over your body, you hear his breath quicken as he realizes that you are aroused despite yourself. With a savage grin, he pulls your shirt roughly off of you, revealing your breasts to the lecherous gazes of the other bandits. The leader steps forward again and roughly squeezes one breast before letting it go with a snap, the sound echoing through the casino like gunfire. "Why don't we let you enjoy yourself, pretty thing?" he whispers into your ear as he pushes his body against yours.

The leader ignores your pleas and lets out a harsh laugh as he squeezes harder, leaving painful bruises on your breast. You feel his body pressing against you tighter, his arousal evident through the rough fabric of his clothes. His hand slips lower, roughly cupping your crotch, searching for the heat between your legs.

The other bandits hoot and holler as they watch their leader torment you, enjoying the power they have over another person. One of them steps forward to help, slapping your ass hard enough to sting as he grins lewdly at you. Another takes hold of your hair, forcing your head back in submission as he gazes hungrily into your eyes.

The leader gives a cruel laugh in reply before leaning down to whisper into your ear. "Oh, you'll get respect... when I'm done with you." His hand gropes more roughly at your crotch now, seeking out your pleasure center as he thrusts his hips forward, grinding against you. The other bandits growl and cheer him on, urging him to take what they believe is rightfully theirs.

"Ain't no fucking game out there, bitch," the leader growls into your ear before giving your breast another painful squeeze. "This is what you're made for." He thrusts his hips harder against you, grinding his erection against your crotch as he takes his pleasure at your expense. The other bandits howl and jeer, spurring him on with lewd comments and encouragement.

Your struggles grow weaker as the pain in your breast increases. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, not from fear or submission but from the overwhelming sense of helplessness and humiliation that washes over you like a wave. The leader seems to take delight in this as he continues to molest you, his rough hands leaving marks on your body as evidence of his dominance.

The leader's hand moves lower, roughly cupping your crotch through your pants as he grinds harder against you. "That's it," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. The other bandits hoot and cheer him on, the sound echoing through the dusty casino like an obscene chorus of approval.

Your struggles weaken further under the weight of their gropes and taunts. Your face flushed with shame as you feel yourself growing wet between your legs despite everything. The bandits laugh and jeer, certain that their dominance is complete and unbreakable.

"Shut up, whore," one of the other bandits growls out, slapping you hard across the face. The shock and pain make your eyes water as you taste blood in the back of your throat. The leader lets go of your crotch long enough to smack you as well, laughing darkly as he does so. "You like that, don't you?" he taunts, his breath hot against your ear. "You want more?"

The other bandits laugh and cheer, egging him on with lewd suggestions and threats of their own. The casino is silent save for the occasional sound of a slot machine or dice rolling on the nearby table, each echoing through the empty space like a mockery of normalcy.

"Ha ha, funny bitch," the leader snorts derisively, his breath hot against your neck as he nips at your earlobe roughly with his teeth. "You think you can take us all down? You're nothing but a whore, and we own you." He thrusts harder still, grinding his hips into yours as he takes cruel delight in your humiliation. The other bandits laugh and jeer even louder at your pathetic attempt to threaten them, their amusement only serving to heighten your shame and fury.

You feel tears streaming down your face now, mingling with sweat and blood as you struggle vainly against the hands that hold you prisoner. Your body aches from the violence they've inflicted upon it, but still they push on, seemingly intent on breaking you entirely.

The leader notices your body's reaction and leers down at you with dark, hungry eyes. "You like this?" he taunts, thrusting harder still. His rough hands grope roughly at your crotch through your pants as he takes pleasure in your arousal, using it against you to break any remaining resistance.

The other bandits laugh and cheer, egging him on with obscene suggestions for what he should do next. They seem to forget that there are other things in the casino worth looting or taking advantage of; for now, their sadistic pleasure is enough.

As you attempt to crawl away on all fours, one of the more sadistic bandits swiftly kicks out at your legs, sending you tumbling backwards onto the casino floor with a pained grunt. The leader snickers cruelly and straddles your hips, pinning your arms down as he continues to grope at your crotch through your clothes. "Where do you think you're going, little girl?" he taunts, breath hot against your neck as he nips at your skin with his teeth.

The other bandits gather around you, forming a circle of leering faces and grasping hands. They seem to take turns groping at your body and making obscene comments, their laughter echoing through the casino like the cackles of demons. The atmosphere grows ever more tense and uncomfortable as they continue to enjoy your degradation, each man seemingly vying for the opportunity to assert dominance over you in some small way.

"I wanna see you beg," the leader growls into your ear before roughly yanking down your pants and underwear in one swift motion. He chuckles darkly as your body is bared to them, his rough hands moving lower to spread your legs wide apart. The other bandits cheer and jeer, their hands groping at you all the more roughly now that they've been given free rein. "That's it," the leader says with a lecherous grin as he fingers yourself roughly, forcing his hand inside of you without mercy.

The leader laughs darkly at your plea. "Oh, I'm not planning on killing you," he says casually, his breath hot against your skin as he continues to finger you roughly. "I just want to make sure you remember who's in charge." His other hand comes up to cup your breast roughly, pinching and twisting the tender flesh until you cry out in pain and pleasure combined.

The other bandits howl with laughter, taking turns groping at your body and inflicting their own brand of torment upon you. Your cries echo through the casino like a siren's song, calling them closer to take part in your degradation. The sensation of being completely powerless against such overwhelming force is enough to drive you wild with both fear and arousal.

The leader lets out a cruel laugh in response to your plea. "Oh, is that all?" He thrusts his fingers deeper inside you, causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure once more. His other hand squeezes cruelly at your breast before letting go abruptly, only to roughly grope for your other nipple instead. The other bandits howl with laughter and approval, encouraging him to continue tormenting you in every way imaginable.

The casino floor is littered with the discarded clothing of the many women who have found themselves in this horrifying situation before you; it seems likely that yours will soon join them as your captors take turns using and abusing your body without mercy or restraint. Your only hope now lies in somehow escaping their grasp, but given the number of bandits surrounding you and their obvious delight in your suffering, such an escape seems highly unlikely.