No you don't

You are still naked and bent over crying while Jerry fondles your ass cheeks. As frightened as you are of being banished from the camp and trying to make it by yourself in this dangerous new world you can't bring yourself to agreeing to be a whore. "No, I won't do it." You say almost to quietly to be heard.

"That is very disappointing to hear." Jerry says giving your butt a hard spank causing you to gasp. You try to stand up straight but Jerry leans one arm across your back keeping you in this bent over state. "This of course means we will be sending you outside to your certain ****, Ayami. However there is a matter we will need to take care of before that." Jerry stops leaning on your back, allowing you to stand straight. You turn to face Jerry unsure of what matter to take care of first he means. "Grab your rags and follow me." He directs. You pick up your gown and put it on before following him out the trailer door.

Once outside Jerry directs you to follow him until you find yourself on a small stage in front of some empty tables and chairs where the audience would be though they are currently absent. "This is where we hold our weekly meetings and sometimes put on some entertainment." Jerry explains. "I was told that you were given some trail mix and a bottle of water when the guys found you. Those are our precious supplies and you would be leaving here without having given anything back to the people those supplies belong to. That would be unfair so as recompense you are going to provide everyone with some entertainment before you go."

You begin to feel very nervous, you have never been one for performing before a crowd. You sang in choir at school but were comforted by having so many fellow singers around you as you performed. You are much too shy to perform something on your own. Besides you don't really have much talent for singing, you mostly just lip synced your way through choir. "I'm sorry Jerry I don't really have any talent for entertaining." you speak quietly looking at the ground rather than the man you are speaking to.

"That is not much of a surprise Ayami." Jerry says chuckling. "Not to worry I have a role in mind you will be perfect for." He directs you to a wooden dispatch box at the front of the stage from which you expect Jerry speaks to the crowd during the weekly meetings. A microphone points in your direction from atop the dispatch box and Jerry directs you to put your arms to either side of the box. There is a hole on either side and Jerry directs you to put your hands inside. When you have done so Jerry hits a button on the front of the dispatch box which forces the holes to tighten around your wrists forcing you to be stuck in place as you struggle to get your hands free.

He takes your gown from off your body leaving you naked. You duck down in order to hide your body with the dispatch box. "Once you have given everyone some entertainment we'll be all square and you can go." Jerry states.

"Please let me out of here." You cry but are ignored.

Jerry leans across the dispatch box from the side to get close to the mic and announces through loudspeakers. "Ayami, our newest arrival shall soon be departing. Come to the stage in order for her to repay what she owes us in used resources." Jerry's announcement is broadcast throughout the camp and soon people begin to arrive and seat themselves in the audience. Once Jerry is satisfied that a few people have arrived and more are coming he drags you up from your position huddling behind the dispatch box and bends you forward so your face is placed before the microphone. He lowers his trousers releases his cock and thrusts it's entirety inside of you in one go. Your pained, anguished noise is amplified by the microphone as Jerry fucks you hard from behind in front of the gathering crowd.

Tears well up in your face sparing you from having to see the faces of those watching your humiliation as your vision blurs. The physical pain of this unwanted fucking is immense as is the degrading feeling of not only being watched by a crowd but having your pained cries amplified throughout the camp. You beg and plead for Jerry to stop but are shocked to hear the crowd in front of you start to imitate your pleas. The mocking voices you hear are both male and female and you are silenced by the unbelievable cruelty of the crowd gathered before you. All that is left is the sound of flesh slapping together when Jerry thrusts into you and claps your ass with his groin and the grunts of the man **** you. His hands have taken a grip on both your shoulders yanking you back as he thrusts forward causing you even more pain as your trapped hands are painfully pulled against your restraints which will not budge.

After what feels like an eternity you hear Jerry cheer loudly as he removes his hands from your shoulders and grabs your breasts with all his power. He puts in one final ultimate thrust and releases his cum inside of your body. He holds himself inside of you still roaring his victory loudly and the crowd join in cheering the moment like they are watching a sports event until his last spurt is fired off. He then does a couple of little thrusts making sure to get as much enjoyment from fucking you as possible. When he finally pulls out and you sink below the dispatch box again Jerry leans to the mic and says "Who is next?" With that you realise in horror this is not over by a long shot.

There was no way you could keep track of how many men fucked you up on the stage. You know it went from evening to nighttime and into the sunlight of a new day. You smelt the unmistakable aroma of BBQ and people yelling cheers while clinking glasses. Your brutal public gang **** truly was just entertainment for these people. Was the man fucking you right now one of the few people you had met in the camp or a total stranger? You had no way of knowing. Your tears had never ended so your vision remained blurred. Was John in the crowd watching this happen to you? You prayed he was not. You didn't want the one man who had shown you any kindness since you awoke from that coma to see you like this. As strange as it was that was the main thing you were worried about during this ordeal. Letting down the one person who seemed to believe you were more than just fuckmeat. "Please don't let him see me whimpering pathetically while man after man dumps his load inside of me." Why do you care more about disappointing him than the suffering you are going through. For all you knew he was in the crowd cheering on your latest **** or he could even be the man humping you so hard right now. Even though you had learned not to bother begging for mercy with this mocking crowd you were unable to prevent yourself from letting out pained grunts and moans which were picked up and amplified by the mic in front of you. You had even suffered the humiliation of your body betraying you to give you powerful orgasms with the shameful sounds all picked up and transmitted. Even if John had stayed away he must surely have heard that as it was blasted around the camp and the cheers and mocking imitations from the crowd.

Finally you were released from the dispatch box but collapse to the ground unable to move. You are picked up by several men from the crowd and taken to the SUV you arrived in. You are driven a short distance and dumped by the side of the road. The SUV drives away leaving you all alone naked beside the road. Your gown is left beside you but you are still too tired and in pain to move. Your last heartbreaking realisation dawns on you then, John was the only one who knew you had been given trail mix and water. Only he could have given that information to Jerry. You close your eyes and never reopen them again. You'll never know if you died from exhaustion or if a zombie came across your defenseless form.