A bad situation gone wrong

After waking from her slumber Tiffany became aware of three things. First, despite her earlier sexual release she was still extremely aroused; as was evidenced by the tell-tale wetness between her legs. Secondly, she didn't know how long she'd been out for. Light still shone outside which was a good thing; but the sun had moved far over to the horizon, and it would probably be dark in a few hours. Third became apparent later when she heard a faint commotion in the distance.

"Shit!" she muttered and rolled off the bed before scrambling to put on her new pair of hiking boots.

With only natural light illuminating the cabin through several windows the room was certainly darker than outside, but not dark enough that people couldn't see what was going on inside. As such, Tiffany stayed low to the ground so that, hopefully, no one could see her. When she finished lacing up her new footwear, she hastily grabbed her backpack and listened. The noise was very faint, and very far off, but Tiffany could tell it was slowly getting closer.

"Shit!" she muttered again and scratched her head trying to think. After three quick breaths, she popped her head up to look out the window beside the mattress and what she saw was disheartening. The two men that had left here before had come back, and now there was someone else with them. Thankfully, they were distracted and didn't seem to notice her in the window.

Tiffany quickly dropped down and rolled quietly to the floor. If she tried to run out the door they would most certainly see her. The windows were locked from the inside and with the door locked as well she'd safe for a while, but she didn't know how long that would be.

'Don't panic, Tiff. Think!'

Her heart was racing again, she had to get out of here without them knowing that she was here. As she started to hear indistinguishable voices, an idea formed in her mind. It was risky, but it could just work.

Quietly she moved back over to the door and unlocked it. Then she maneuvered herself into the tiny bathroom before not quite closing the door all the way. Silently, she unlocked the bathroom window and slid it open before carefully dropping her backpack out. Next, she waited until she heard the men get closer. She knew that if this was going to work she couldn't risk them seeing her running from the safe-house. So, once she heard them close enough to be able to distinguish their voices; with incredible grace and agility, she soundlessly crawled out the window.

After hitting a perfect landing, Tiffany reached up and shut the window behind her before picking up her backpack and running at top speed towards the waterfall. Her great hope was that if the men kept talking, they wouldn't hear her footfalls as she dashed to, she hoped, safety. And her plan would have worked too, it really would have.

If there wasn't a hidden fourth man doing a loop around the back of the cabin.

"Holy Shit!" he said when he saw her. Tiffany shrieked at the same time, destroying any hope of a covert getaway.

Immediately she took off as fast as her feet would take her towards the cliff. Thankfully, her new boots allowed her to hit a very high speed rather comfortably, while the man behind her had to deal with sharp pains in his feet. Unfortunately, as she emerged from behind the safe-house, she found that it wasn't four men. instead it was six; two more were making their way to the shore and were far closer to the waterfall than she was.

The other three burst out of the cabin and started dashing her way, joining the pursuit of their fellows. Tiffany couldn't go back, she'd run straight into the four behind her. She couldn't go to the water, she'd be caught by the two men right there. She couldn't scale the sheer cliff-face, they'd catch her before she made it halfway up. Her only hope was to make it to past the waterfall before she was intercepted and hope like hell she could outrun them.

Tiffany could be fast, this she knew; but in this circumstance her speed didn't matter. Long before she reached the waterfall she was caught by the two who had run over to her from the lake. Tiffany screamed in frustration as they brought her to the ground, and hated herself for how their mere touch made her body burn with need.

She struggled to get her footing, but the men were too strong. They held her firmly, yet surprisingly gently, while their colleagues caught up to her. Tiffany struggled as two men grabbed one of her legs each and **** them apart. Another one knelt down between her legs and grinned up at her before he buried his face in her pussy. His tongue parted her wet lips, and Tiffany threw her head back and moaned as she felt his moist muscle lather her wet folds.

Out of the corner of her eye Tiffany saw what looked to be four more people approaching, one of which was a plump blonde girl, and knew her situation was hopeless. As strange hands began groping her breasts and ass while another man mercilessly pleasured her clit with his tongue, Tiffany knew there was no escape, yet still wondered:

'Why is that blonde girl with those new guys?'