It doesn't really matter

It was nearly forty minutes later when she first heard them.

Tiffany had been making her way east, towards the river stream when a mass rustling sound reached her ears. She paused, looked around, scanned the area, and spotted them quickly. About two dozen naked men were closing on her from the north, moving at a very quick pace. She was still several minutes ahead of them but still...

"Oh shit." She muttered.

Immediately, she broke into a full out sprint. Rocks, twigs, and other spiky things, which she couldn't name, stabbed into the soles of her feet but she paid them little heed. This was not the time to complain about discomfort. She 'bee-lined it' through the trees and got tripped up twice as the branch attached to her backpack snagged first a log, then a boulder.

"Shit!" she cried, and after her second fall, tore the thing loose and left it as she hurried towards the river.

She ran for nearly twenty minutes, her breath was short, her leg muscles ached, and her heart hammered in her chest as the men trailing her gained ground. Bad news compounded upon her, as her darting eyes spotted a couple of small groups joining the chase from the west just as she reached the waterway.

Tiffany didn't know what she was expecting, but it certainly was not the sheer thirty foot drop to the river below. The stream was at the bottom of a canyon, and while the water seemed deep, the flow also appeared strong. If she tried to swim across she would very likely be caught up in the **** of the current and pulled under, or hit the rocks on the shore. She wasn't keen on doing either of those things. Instead she turned south and continued to run. Every so often, she would look behind at her pursuers, only to grow more dismayed as they continued to get closer. Yet still, as she vaguely saw their members rise and turn rigid at the sight of her shapely form, she couldn't help be feel excited.

Another frantic minute later she was filled with hope. In the distance she saw a wooden suspension bridge cross the gap. If she could make it across and somehow untie the bridge she'd be safe!

Though she was exhausted, and her body shook with fear (and arousal), she willed herself onward. When she made it to the bridge, the others were only a minute or so behind her. The wooden planks beneath her feet were surprisingly slippery however, and Tiffany had to slow her pace or risk falling off. Still, she made haste, and was halfway across when all hope left her.

Standing at the other end of the bridge was another group of men leering lecherously at her.

Her heart sank even as, shamefully, her pussy grew wet, 'How?' She wondered. Then her eye caught the glimmer of the light reflecting off her engagement ring.

"... this is the ONLY thing you will be leaving with..." She remembered the well dressed man's words. "... Leaving this room with your clothes on will result in your exact location being broadcast to every man on this island..."

"Oh fuck me!" she exclaimed in disbelief.