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That was it, she thought as she gulped back a couple more servings of urine. She could just picture herself taking umpteen baths a day, and carefully putting on makeup, so that she looked appealing enough for them to rape her or piss on her. She returned to the stream. It felt funny to wash her bald pussy. It reminded her of when she was a little girl. She re-applied the repellent and makeup (more difficult now, as it was starting to get darker) and tied her hair back this time. She had left it down the first time, thinking they would prefer that, but if they were going to piss on her, she should try to keep it out of the way.
Returning, she again tried to be the perfect little camp-slut. She tended the fire and every few minutes she would crawl around the circle asking like a good hostess, "Can I get you another beer? Can I suck your cock for you? Just let me know when I can drink your piss." Their balls seemed pretty well emptied, but she inevitably found someone who either needed a beer, or needed to get rid of one. She dutifully thanked them for the latter.