See a commotion on your way to the Gambling Den

You hang your head as you walk gingerly toward the gambling den. Your legs are a little weak and your asshole is hurting, the pain increases everytime you make a step, and your mind is firing thoughts off at an alarming pace. You have just allowed yourself to get fucked in front of a crowd by a hideous guy. Supposedly he has brain damage but what's his mother's excuse? She seems like a sadistic nutcase. It's not like you had a choice though right, they are in charge of the non-citizens and you happen to be one. If you turned them down you'd be as good as gone.

You are taken out of your thoughts while strolling to the Gambling Den when you hear some angry shouting near the camp boundary to your right. You spot a house far away from all the others and sat on the porch leaning back in a relaxed pose with his hands behind his head you see a black man of about thirty years of age. Despite his relaxed demeanor he is currently being shouted at by a couple of men you hadn't seen before. It's a bit hard to make out what is being said but it seems they are accusing him of stealing something.

The angry shouting men take exception to how the man they are accusing is just plainly ignoring them and begin to approach him. You hear the relaxed man give a loud whistle and shortly after a large dog steps out from the house and growls menacingly at the angry approaching men. They back away slowly and shout a few more curses before giving up and walking away.

With the scene ending you turn your head back toward the direction you are heading in and are surprised to see that while you were distracted, John has come to stand beside you. "That's Micah, you're better off staying away from him." He tells you when he sees you have noticed his presence.

"Why is that?" You naturally ask making sure to face John so as to hide whatever it is Arlene wrote across your buttocks. You hope he hasn't noticed the cum leaking out of your ass.

"He's not real popular with people round here. You need to get their votes and having any link to him is not going to help you with that. He's a loner anyway so he won't really appreciate you saying hi or anything." John answers.

"Is that why he lives away from everyone else?" You wonder aloud.

"Exactly, he prefers to keep himself to himself and the others are glad to keep him at a distance too." John replies.

"If he's so unpopular why don't they kick him out?" You ask, wondering how he's managed to avoid the fate you have debased yourself so much to avoid.

"They would if they could." John answers a little cryptically. "Anyway here I brought you this." John hands you a sandwich wrapped in clingfilm, changing the subject. "Food gets given only after tasks have been done so I bet you haven't eaten since what I gave you yesterday."

You take the food gratefully giving John your thanks. You don't know how you would get through cleaning duty without something to eat especially after how exhausting taking Ralph's massive cock up your ass was. You unwrap it straight away and scoff it down, your hunger didn't allow you to hesitate.

"Your welcome, Ayami. I got some stuff to do so I'll see you around." John states before heading off. You turn your body to follow his movement, not to watch him off but so your ass with the unknown message is kept out of his view in case John turns back to look at you.

Having devoured the sandwich you continue on to the Gambling Den.