You go to the caravan

You decide to go to the caravan. Luckily they are headed about your direction. This way you are able to catch up with them despite the ballets slowing you down in the sand.

You stop in front of one of the slow vehicles. You take them as honest merchants. Or perhaps some folks who decided to settle here as they had enough of society's idiocy around them. But... Your hunch proves to be false however, as the men grab you, show you into their ride "Another one!", and they decide to take you to their camp.

You are handed to one of the hunters weeks later. What was I thinking? Until then you have to please every single member of their camp. The number being around twenty. By that time you are broken in, and therefore you don't resist as you are taken back by a speeder, a vibrator continuously tormenting you as your ride goes onward.