She finds a house... but is it safe?

Jade runs almost to the point of exhaustion, but then forces herself to stop. It's no good if I run until I can't run anymore, she thinks. I've come across three men so far, three out of fifty. The others are out there looking for me, and they'll ravage me if they find me... maybe they'll pin me down, take turns with me, fuck me over and over again until my pussy is dripping with their come...

Suddenly, Jade realizes she's touching herself, and moaning softly. She stops immediately, scandalized. "What am I DOING?" she whispers aloud. I don't WANT them to catch me... do I? It must me the heat, I'm getting sunstroke, I'm not right in the head...

She unscrews the cap from the large water jug and takes a long drink, then pours some over her head - not too much, though. I have a lot of water, but that doesn't mean I should waste it, she thinks. This isn't a good place to stop, there's not enough cover. I need to find someplace better, so I can cool down, get my head back in order.

She stands up, steady on her feet, and hefts the bottle in one hand. I need to figure out a better way to carry this, and soon, she thinks. The plan to head for higher ground and find a tree so she can look down on the landscape still seems like a good one. She hesitates just a little longer to check the map, but can't identify the swampy clearing on it; the forested areas are marked only very crudely. Sighing, she puts the map away again, and starts walking.

I'll need to find another supply of mud, she thinks. That worked pretty well. And food... I still need food. I've only got two ration bars left, though. Maybe if I find one of the other girls, I can trade water for food.

A shout off to her right startles her, and she dodges behind a tree. It was a male voice... but there's a female voice too, and it's screaming. But it's not screaming in fear, or pain.

"Yes... Yes... YES!! Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Jade can hardly believe it! She wouldn't have thought any of the girls would actually WANT to have sex with the men chasing them. But then again, wasn't she herself fantasizing about that very thing a moment ago?

That's different. There's a big difference between fantasy and reality!

The sounds continue, occasionally muffled, but growing more frantic and urgent. Jade's hand wanders to her breast and begins to rub her nipple in slow circles, hardening the little pink bud... she doesn't notice what she's doing. Then, the hand slides down her body, between her legs once again, and begins to stroke between her moistened lips. Her clit is there, softly swollen with excitement, and as she touches it she begins to moan once again. This time, she doesn't stop.

The distant sounds reach a peak, and Jade shudders as her own hand brings her to orgasm at the same moment. The water bottle slips from her other hand and falls to the ground - the splash brings her back to full awareness.

"Oh, shit!" she squeals involuntarily, but she's lucky - the bottle is still intact. Quickly, she snatches it up and keeps moving, her head feeling clearer now. I guess I just needed that tension release, she thinks, trying to convince herself it was nothing more.

Keeping track of the time is hard, but Jade can tell that the Sun has peaked in the sky and is on its way down as she comes upon another clearing. This one is different... the vegetation is minimal, and the prize is obvious enough; it's a small cinderblock hut with a solid shingled roof and barred windows. That could be a Safe House, she thinks to herself. No one could break in there if the door was locked from the inside, that's for sure. The windows are too high to get a look through... no way to know what's in there without trying the door.

Jade takes a moment for another drink a water, a long one in case she's unable to return, then puts the water jug down inside a bush, concealing it from a casual look. Then she hefts the stick she picked up to replace the one that was lost, and makes her way cautiously across the open ground, ready to run if she must. The door is on the far side. She stands to once side of it and tries the knob - it turns, but the door won't open.

Locked from the inside, she thinks. That means someone's in there, and none of the men have a reason to lock the door. "Hello?" Jade calls out.

"This is my spot, go find your own!" replies a female voice from within.

"Look, I really need some rest, there's room in there for two of us!" Jade calls.

"I'm not in the mood to share."

"I have water!" Jade offers.

There's a pause. "How much water?"

"Almost two gallons."

A small peephole opens in the door. "Show me."

"It's not here, I left it by the edge of the clearing. I'll get it." Jade runs off, retrieves the jug, and comes running back. "Here it is. Now open up before someone sees me out here!"

The peephole closes, and Jade hears the sound of an iron bolt being drawn back. The door opens inward. "Get in here," the woman says, and Jade scrambles in. The door is pushed shut and bolted again behind her. The other woman pulls the water bottle roughly from her hand, opens it up, and drinks greedily.

Jade looks around. The hut is furnished with a queen-sized mattress on the floor, a lamp in the ceiling behind a steel grate, and not much else. The walls are cinder block. It's sparse, but secure. For the first time since the game began, Jade sits down and is able to relax.

The other girl finishes, then pulls out her flask and fills it to the top before capping the jug. "I really needed that," she says. "I've been running almost nonstop since moment one... and I dropped my flask and spilled it before I got to take a single drink from it. I get the feeling I'm going in circles... I passed this shack hours ago but I didn't dare go for it. When I saw it again about fifteen minutes ago, I was too **** to care what I found."

"I'm Jade," Jade says.

"Sorry... I'm Tiffany. So... it looks like you've been doing better than me so far."

"I've had a few rough moments," Jade says. "That jug wasn't easy to get."

"Is there more where that came from?"

Jade nods. "There was when I left. I can show you roughly which way to go, if you want to know."

"We'll see." Tiffany sits down on the mattress herself. "So, if you don't mind my asking... any of the men catch up with you yet?"

"I'm still playing the Virgin Games, if that's what you mean," Jade says, again frustrated that she can't hide her blush response.

Tiffany is taller than her by a head, with a lean and athletic body, and impressively large breasts supported by what looks like the bandages from her first aid kit; not covered, just held up. Jade can understand why; it would be painful to run with those flopping around. Her own chest is smaller, something that's bothered her in the past but she's grateful for it now. As Tiffany sweeps a lock of auburn hair over one ear, Jade notices something else - a ring on her finger. "You're engaged?" she asks, somewhat incredulously.

Tiffany looks at the ring herself, then shrugs. "I guess you're wondering what I'm doing here," she says.

"Not really my business."

"I don't mind telling. My fiance's a great guy, but he doesn't have much money, and he's got a lot of student debt. I want to start our lives together without that hanging over our heads. It's as simple as that. What's your story?"

"Um... I'd rather not talk about it."

"Suit yourself." Tiffany stretches her arms over her head, lies back on the bed. "Look, I'm exhausted... you woke me when you knocked. I'm going to take a chance on trusting you and get some sleep. I'm thinking it's better to rest now and move around after dark.

"Sounds like a good plan," Jade says. For a moment, she considers suggesting a deal with Tiffany, to work together... but no, not yet. After a moment, Jade lies down next to Tiffany on the mattress. Her eyelids slip closed... she's more tired than she realized. In only a short moment, she is asleep.