Stay where you are.

You decide staying right where you are is the best course of action. Better her than both of you, right?

Chivalry really is dead.

Doe counts down, "3, 2, 1... 0."

"See I told you," Cassandra insists "He ran off. He's probably long gone now and we'll never catch him in time."

"I guess you were right," Doe concedes, clearly frustrated, she turns to look at Melissa, suddenly a perverted look in her eye, "I guess you'll just have to be our consolation prize."

"Wait," she pleads, visibly worried now, she tries to back up but the other girls hold her in place on the ground "I didn't sign up for this. It's not right!"

"Actually, you did," says Doe, raising the improvised sex toy "the rules clearly state any participant found in violation of the rules must submit to the other participants. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into."

"Ok... so maybe i did," Melissa wavers "Still, you're not really going to fuck me with that filthy tree branch are you?"

"Girls," is all Doe says in response, and two of her team mates grab Melissa's legs and pull them apart, exposing her pussy.

"Oh god..." she whimpers.

Little do the girls know that you hadn't run away, and instead remain hidden only a few yards away. You watch in horror as Doe approaches Melissa and plunges the wooden dildo deep inside her snatch.

"Ah!" she lets out a brief, loud moan.

The four girls, Doe especially, are completely dominating Melissa. Doe is vigorously fucking her as hard as she can with the wooden rod. Meanwhile, her team mates remove their panties and take turns forcing the poor girl to lick their pussies while the two other girls grope at her breasts.

Melissa does her best to resist but in time she succumbs and a violent orgasm rocks her body, but Doe keeps on going. She continues to fuck her and, her will to resist broken, the second and third orgasms come in short order. And still Doe show no signs of slowing. Again and again she cums until finally the sound of three sharp whistle blasts is heard from far in the distance, almost inaudible over Melissa's uncontrollable moaning.

Finally, Doe lets go of the stick, "Well that's it girls. Time to go home."

Doe and her team mates leave the clearing. The game is over.