Those feelings are normal

"That doesn't seem weird though, right?" Rosa said. "I mean, they're guys, we're girls... Of course we want them!" She giggled. Her head was feeling a little light again.

Tiffany shook her head. "Rosa, these feelings inside you. They're fake. The men who made this game put them there somehow."

Rosa searched her own thoughts, and no. They didn't feel fake. They felt very real.

Tiffany read the answer in Rosa's face. "Thank you for what you did, Rosa." Tiffany said, and pulled her into a hug. She had to pull Rosa's hands off her ass to break it. "But I have to go, I'm still going to try to win this thing. You do whatever you think is right."

Tiffany broke the embrace and headed off into the jungle. She was quickly out of sight. Rosa thought about continuing the game and chasing the prize money, but her cunt was saying otherwise. And it won the argument. Decisively. Rosa turned on her heels and returned to the remaining men still sleeping in the morning sun.

One of them lay on his back, his head on a small root he was using as a pillow. But Rosa wasn't interested in the head on his shoulders, rather she was interested in the one on the large black cock resting on his thigh. She crept up to him and gently picked up his meat with her hand. It looked so much larger in her dainty fingers. She had sucked a lot of cock the night before, but there was no technique in it, it was just open her mouth and let them ram it in. So Rosa still felt tentative as she licked the head, as if she was taking down an ice cream cone.

The man moaned in his sleep. Rosa took that as a good sign and kept doing what she was doing. Soon she added longer licks up the shaft and stroked his cock with her hands until it was at full mast. Once his erection was standing proud, Rosa slid up and over it, lowering her wet cunt onto his shaft.

*This is amaaaaaazing* Rosa thought to herself as the cock slid into her. Rosa rolled her hips, working his length inside her.

This, finally, woke him up. He looked at her with wide eyes and then his face broke out in a big smile.

"Even in my sleep I'm still pulling trim." He said. He looked over his shoulder. "Hey, Marcus! Wake up! The Mexicana is up and ready for some fuckin'!"

The men around the campsite started to stir. Rosa smiled as she saw fresh cocks heading her way.

...

For Rosa, the remaining few days of the contest passed in a haze. She barely spent an hour of it without a prick in at least one of her holes.

The trap house turned out to be somewhat centrally located on the island, which meant that men off chasing whichever girl they fancied could easily swing by for a turn on Rosa. And most did. Some multiple times.

When Rosa started to lose interest or even entertained silly thoughts of running, the men were quick to offer her a drink of water or a bite to eat. Fucking all day was famishing, how could Rosa refuse? Tiffany's warnings were quickly forgotten in the face of some rations. And then back came that burning feeling that only cocks could satisfy.

When the last girl was found and fucked to end the game, Rosa almost felt sad about it. She had begun to love the attentions of men...