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Lose her pride. That was it, if only she could. She felt pathetic, crawling naked through the woods, to go beg them to use her like a whore. God, the things he made her do. She FELT like a slut. Before She was just meat, they used her like a toy. But now she had to instigate it, beg for it. She didn't know if she could make herself do it, but she kept crawling towards camp, as if to her fate. Could she run away? No, she was only thirty feet from them, she had no shoes. And anyway, the guy, her coach, she didn't have a name for him, was standing with Ferrari watching her approach. She could just feel his smug satisfaction; he just knew she was not going anywhere except to suck cock.
She made her rounds. It wasn't so hard, really. She just did her little performance, just as she had rehearsed it. She didn't have to mean it; she just had to over-act as if she did. She sucked one cock, drank two loads of piss, and helped peg down a tent. Then, as promised, her coach "ordered" her, loudly enough that the others could hear, to wash herself in the stream, and to put on bug repellent and make-up. Her toiletry bag was found, and she took a metal cup from the fire to wash her hair. It felt so wonderful to get clean, to wash away the sweat, cum, and filth, as if she could wash away her violation. To get away from the mosquitoes, to soak her raw pussy and knees, and all her bug bites in the cold stream. Just to be able to spend a few minutes babying herself. She even dared lay back and relax for a minute, on the pretext of washing her hair. Just one sacred minute that she didn't have to suck cock!