The next day presents you with another choice.

So, over the past night you have become much more "acquainted" with some of the visitors of the "Little-Rock" saloon...

Or, to be more precise, you have "acquainted" yourself with their dicks.

Your holes have received large "guests" many times.

The longer this went on, the more details of what was happening were imprinted in your mind.

It is hard to believe, but you began to distinguish the smallest features of the dicks that were fucking you: "This fat disgusting fat man has a dick about 16 centimeters... But this dick is thicker... The second bastard... Scum with tattoos on his left arm... He has a long dick about 19 centimeters... But the head of this dick is not very large... And this third one... This ugly motherfucker... He must be a mutant: he stinks so much and he has several warts on his dick! And the fourth freak... That bearded one who slapped me on the buttocks again and again... He has a slightly curved dick about 18 centimeters, and the head of the dick is very large... like a mushroom..."

The only thing you can be happy with after the last night is that you were not maimed.

"Mr. Kshano respects the right to private property... Do not break this toy... The bitchboy toy is given for temporary use only for this night!" - you recall the humiliating words for your personality of one of the security guards, who warned the visitors of the saloon "Little-Rock" in advance about the conditions for using your tender holes.

Well, your situation is really unenviable now...

Cumdump for the stinky cocks of all sorts of drunks...

Boy-whore, who with her cum-filled holes brings profit to the greedy Mohandas Kshano...

But at least you haven't told anyone about the important information: that you want to find your father Daniel Ortley, a man who is well versed in technology and who is one of the influential people in your bunker.

If these bandits found out such information - obviously, the situation would be even worse for you.

So, in the morning you wake up among torn rags in the dirt in some tiny utility room in the saloon.

Your naked body is covered in dried sperm, your anus feels impulses of pain.

You carefully touch it with your fingers...

Yes, that's right - the tender hole did not survive the night sex marathon well.

Now your ass has a distinctive feature that, to put it politely, does not inspire respect - a gaping stretched anal hole.

You continued to look around...

"Fuck! There are no clothes here! I can't go outside naked!" - you think.

Suddenly the door of the tiny room opens.

You see a short bald man with a bushy moustache in front of you.

His left eye looks dull and lifeless - you are so unpleasant about his appearance that you involuntarily shudder.

His right eye, a light blue shade, carefully examines you.

Solomon the Banger...

That's who the boss of Vultures sent for you.

Solomon grins and strokes his bushy dark brown moustache.

Then he throws you some dirty clothes (pants, a T-shirt, a pair of shoes) and says in a sarcastic tone: "Get ready! It's time for you to do something other than suck cocks or expose your slutty ass to another cock! You're part of our gang, Jerome-Toy! And that's why you'll be useful to us! Think about this: if you're useful not only as a bitch, it will be beneficial for you too. Your share of the spoils will be greater, your opportunities will be greater..."

You quickly get dressed...

Judging by the stinking smell, these pants were made of some animal's skin...

Then you follow Solomon and leave the saloon.

A short walk along the narrow streets...

Passers-by look at you mostly indifferently.

But some of them cast contemptuous glances at you.

Probably, these people have already heard rumors about your nightly "exploits" of sucking cocks and about your work as a boy-bitch.

You feel ashamed...

But what can you do?

A slight aching pain in your gaping anus seems to confirm that some events are irreversible.

As they say, "someone has already managed to pop your cherry"...

Meanwhile, Solomon is already approaching the gates of the Little-Rock settlement...

"Are we going to leave the settlement now?" - you ask him in surprise.

"Not for long... We'll do something and come back soon..." - Solomon answers, smiling strangely.

He leads you along a narrow path somewhere in the northern direction.

Hillish terrain...

A path among bushes and strange withered trees.

You've been walking for a couple of dozen minutes.

Finally, Solomon stops and gestures to the bushes ahead.

“Be stealthy… I’m going to talk to someone now… It won’t be long – about ten minutes. Your task is to sneak up to their tents and take the most valuable things. I’m especially interested in technical things… You can’t make noise! ​​When you take the valuables, crawl away – I’ll meet you on the path and we’ll both return to the settlement…” he whispers to you.

Before you can object, Solomon the Banger goes towards the bushes.

You lie down on the ground and crawl a little to the side, hiding among the tall grass and bushes.

Visibility is not very good – but you manage to see Solomon coming out to meet a small group of people.

These people look extremely poor – their only clothing is loincloths made of some kind of skins.

Their appearance suggests that they are representatives of some small local forest tribe of savages: thin bodies, small stature, emaciated faces.

Among this group you see one thin young woman (a loincloth covers her groin, and another dirty skin covers her titties) and three men who are holding primitive spears in their hands.

"The tribe brought tribute to Kshano... Ancient artifacts of dead gods... We do not understand these sacred things - but these things are needed by Kshano... The tribe obeys Kshano, because he is an adept of the great gods of the city of Babili!" - says one of the males-savages.

Solomon is clearly trying to distract the attention of these savages with some hasty chatter about the surrounding area and the way to the nearest settlement.

You see a few primitive tents made of skins in the distance.

Without getting out of the bushes, you crawl closer...

Now you see that there are some bags inside the tents.

So, Solomon ordered you to rob these naive savages.

You may well have time to do this: crawl closer, look into a couple of bags and take a few of the most useful-looking things.

The main thing is to remain secretive and be careful. After all, if your attempt to steal is seen, you will have obvious problems.

Or will you do otherwise?

Perhaps now is a good time to just run away?

However, you remember that Solomon has a fairly large revolver in a holster on his belt. And this guy clearly has significant skills in tracking and pathindering. There is no guarantee that he will not catch up with you and punish you for trying to escape.

Or another idea: you will try to provoke the savages' wrath against Solomon. You will simply jump to your feet and start yelling: "He tried to rob you!"

Unfortunately, there is no certainty that they will believe you...