the tent

When Lisa saw some of the diggers, she understood what that would have mean to get protection and respect. And she knew she couldn't have dig amongst them very long before to be ****. Or she would have to give herself to one of the strongest to not be **** by the others. And she assumed she still would have to dig her share of the hard work.
She knew there was very little chance for her to stay a virgin with the diggers. At least in the tent she would have food, sleep and less brutality.

"Okay, I'll work in the tents." Said Lisa, defeated.

"Good." He instructed two guard to move Lisa in another tent, and then explain to the diggers that now there will be rewards for good work.

After sending the diggers to work, he came to the entertainment tent, and order the guard to wait outside but to be ready to help in case.

"Well, I will sample the award I'll give to those dirt-eaters. Strip, whore."

Lisa started to cry, still having difficulties to cope with her situation.

He slapped her face.

"I said strip, bitch. Or I'll rip apart your clothes, and you won't get new ones."

Still crying, Lisa started to strip. But she manage to get the courage to say.

"Please, be gentle... You'll be... You'll be my first."

"You're still a virgin! I suppose you didn't dreamed of you first time to be like this. I'll teach you : life is cruel."

Lisa understood that he didn't intend to be gentle. It would be the last time she could attempt something to stay a virgin and escape. But could she fight him and the guard?