Let's just say it's a long night

"Get started, bitch," you hear. You haven't generally been able to tell who's who with the bright light shining in your face, but Lawrence's sadistic voice is emblazoned in your memory. Without hesitation, you start to finger yourself, adjusting your leg slightly but not daring to actually get comfortable.

"Stand up," Lawrence says. You're not sure that's part of the rules, but you know it's better to obey. You stand up, continuing to touch your swollen pussy but finding it very difficult to feel aroused. Minute after minute passes, but you know you're not going to be able to cum this way.

"Bend over," Lawrence says again. You bend forward, awkwardly keeping one hand between your legs and one on your knee to keep you from falling. This is just plain humiliating; he's toying with you, playing with you like a doll. You know you won't cum this way, but you can't stop until this fucker lets you.

Okay shitface, you think to yourself. Deal with this.

You start to breathe heavily. You don't overdo it, but you're giving all the signs of arousal. You start to jerk your hips suggestively against your hand, you bite your lip, and you moan. You start to breathe quickly, sucking air through your teeth and making a whistling sound. You're far from cumming, but you're hoping that Lawrence can't tell the difference between a real orgasm and a fake one.

"That's enough, bitch," he says, and you give one last whimper as you stop fingering yourself.

"Thank you, Sir," you reply. You're not sure if you're supposed to talk, but no one punishes you, and you think you made the right call. You just have to appease them through the night and you'll be safe...

"Lie down," the sixth boy says. You do so and once again begin fingering yourself. You are getting really tired, and it's hard to maintain the energy needed to feel pleasure. Your clit burns, but you can't take a break. Putting mind over matter, you apply yourself to the task at hand.

It takes a long time--twenty minutes? thirty?--but you actually do build up some good momentum. The forest is silent the entire time, and eventually you've managed to block out the teens hiding in the darkness. You lose yourself to the sensation in your pussy. You're getting closer. And closer. You're about to cum. But no one is telling you to stop. You don't know what to do!

"Please, Sir, may I cum?" No answer. Fuck it, you think. You close your eyes, dive into your pussy, and let the orgasm wash over you. The pleasure is glorious after so much pain, and you thrash your head and curl your toes and jiggle your tits and squeeze your thighs as you enjoy blessed release through your entire body.

"Interesting," you hear Patrick say. "Carlos, you won't be receiving the reward, of course. Though that was an instructive lesson." There's some quiet muttering from the boys who, you realize, have probably never seen a woman cum before, and then Patrick says, "Let's continue."

"OK go on," says boy number seven. You're not nearly ready to do this again, but you know what to do. Your fingers have barely pressed against your lips when the same boy says, "That's enough." The other boys laugh, though you're sure that Miguel is trying to show you mercy, just like his twin brother.

"Last time," says the last boy. "Let's see how close you can get."

Thomas's face appears in the beam of light as he lies down on the ground, planting his disgusting face right in front of your pussy. You can't do anything about it; you close your eyes in mortification as you masturbate mere inches from his leering eyes. His breath distracts you, though you do everything you can to block him out. You're exhausted, though, and this is so, so hard.

You have to keep going, though. You lose track of time. It seems like forever. Maybe another half-hour. Could it be an hour? Or in reality, has it just been a few minutes? Eventually, as before, you manage to block out the world, almost hypnotizing yourself and forgetting about Thomas between your legs. Your touch yourself in all the right places, and you start to feel the swell of building climax. You're breathing more heavily again, and your pussy is sopping wet. Could this all really be turning you on?

You're getting into it now, thrusting rhythmically and inching closer to an orgasm. You can hear Thomas's breath now, too, and you realize you need to try to trick him. As you get closer to your orgasm, you do everything you can to mask it. If you can just cum before he notices...

"Oh, oh, ooooooooh" you moan, building to climax and losing yourself into an orgasm as Thomas shouts at you--too late--to stop.

"Bitch, fuck, stupid fucking whore, goddamn it!" he yells.

"That was very kind of you, Thomas," Patrick says, though it's hard to determine what in the world could have been kind about his behavior. "Though of course, since the slut climaxed, you won't be given the reward."

"Fuck, please Patrick? I didn't know she was so close. She tricked me!"

"We must obey the rules, Thomas."

"Fuck," is his only reply.

You lie in the dirt in utter exhaustion, your two orgasms fading into memory as the ordeal finally comes to a close. You know there's still the matter of six "rewards" that have to be given, but for now, you're just immensely relieved to stop masturbating before this crowd.

The flashlight turns off. Darkness reigns. You close your eyes and await your fate.