Post-Game Analysis

The camera pulled back from a small cheesy television studio. Behind a small anchor's desk sat two men in Hawaiian shirts, holding microphones.

"...And we're back with the post game show of the 23rd Virgin Games! This was a pretty wild one when all was said and done, am I right, Bob?" The smarmy host kicked it back to his co-anchor.

"Absolutely, Simon. You saw a serious mix of strategies this time. Including a few we hadn't seen in past Virgin Games. Real creative girls."

"No winning strategies, though!"

"Haha, not this time. The story ended the same way for all the contestants." The picture switched to a short montage. Just quick flashes of the girls being claimed in one way or another. LaShonda with her legs spread on a beach while some man humps away at her. Paige bent over a fallen tree while being fucked from both ends.

"Plenty of happy endings, just not the one they were hoping for. So let's take a closer look at one of the girls. Bob, what did you think of Rosa Menendez' performance?"

Bob adjusted in his seat a bit before answering. "She was quite an interesting contestant. When we were breaking down the game at the beginning, she appeared to be one of the front-runners to take home the prize. She had serious outdoor skills, stamina, spunk-"

"-She had a lot more spunk when she ended!" Simon joked, drawing a small laugh from Bob.

"She did indeed. After an interesting early-game move to try the mountains, she instead opted to return to the jungle. She risked herself to save another girl, twice. The first time she escaped, the second time she was not so lucky."

The screen showed Rosa and Tiffany being led from the trapped house into the dirt. The camera got a great shot as the musclebound guy claimed Rosa's cherry. The look on her face was unmistakably joy.

"What do you think about her decision to stay behind?" Simon asked. "Tiffany goes through the same night, but in the morning she's still looking to play the game. Rosa? She becomes a camp whore."

"It was surprising and not surprising at the same time, you know what I mean? She had such fight in the beginning, but once she had her first taste of cock... Well she got addicted it would seem."

The image changed again, showing Rosa on her back on day three, with her legs in the air. She squeals as a man fucks her, and an orderly line of men wait behind him to take their turn. Rosa's eyes roll back in her head as they dick her down.

"She took a run at old Mary MacGregor's record there, didn't she?"

"Very, very close. Mary is still the record-holder after fucking a whopping **46** out 50 men! But Rosa put up a very strong challenge to that record! The final tally? A very respectable 43."

"I doubt she'll be getting much respect after this show airs. Still, 43.... So close Rosa!" He winces. "I'd say 'Better luck next year,' but unfortunately after you've been railed by 43 men you are *no longer* eligible for The Virgin Games!"

"True, true. Moving on, let's talk for a minute about a different girl. One who, unlike Rosa, spent more of the game on her feet than her back..."

THE END