Rather not

No, escaping now would be far too rash. You just need more time to come up with a better plan. Hopefully you still have that time...

Suddenly you hear a beep and the familiar voice announces: “Intermediate result: The male sex has now lost half of its combatants and therefore has 25 active fighters. Meanwhile, the female sex still has 38 active fighters.”

“Well, that's going like clockwork,” says Jacky happily. “If it continues like this, the fun will be over tomorrow.” However, she almost sounds a little sad when she says this.

“And don't forget that we can eliminate two more men at any time. So virtually there are only 23 left,” Riley points out.

A few minutes later, you understand exactly what she means, because you arrive at the two women's camp: You recognize two camping tents, a cooking pot with soup in it and a few slices of bread in a bowl next to it as well as a plastic bottle of water - oh, and a man whose hands are tied to a thick branch stretched upwards.

“I'll just tie you up quickly, then you two can get to know each other,” Jacky grins at you after fetching a rope. Shortly afterwards, your arms are tied to the nearby tree in the same way as the other man's.

“Hi, my name's Marc,” he greets you.

“My name is Chris,” you reply. ”How long have you been under their control?”

“Oh, they actually overpowered me right at the beginning. I just ran wild and quickly got the receipt for it,” he smiles a little pained. “So it should be around nine hours by now.”

You do the math... The competition started in the morning and it's getting dark by now. Your stomach grumbles at the thought that you haven't eaten anything all day.

“Here, a slice of bread and a sip of water each,” Riley comes over to you as if on cue. First, the bottle of water is held up to your mouths. There's not much left in it. You take a small sip before Marc gets the last of it. “Now open your mouths!” She stuffs a slice of bread down each of your throats. “Make sure you don't let it go and fall on the floor hehe.” These women obviously take the battle of the sexes more than seriously.

“How can it be that you've apparently found so many useful chests, while my partner and I couldn't find a single one on our hours-long journey?” you want to know after you've swallowed the last bite of bread.

The two women grin at each other. “Well, if you know how...” Riley just smirks.

“Come on, we can tell those two,” replies Jacky. “Just before the competition, I tracked down a guy who works in the organization team here and asked him nicely if he knew the location of a few useful chests. Well, what can I say... The rest was done by the good old titty pictures again haha.”

“He basically gave away his own sex for a few photos that already exist a million times over on the internet,” Riley shakes her head uncomprehendingly. “That's just pathetic!”

“Hey, these two beauties here are something special,” Jacky starts kneading her voluptuous breasts. You're really trying to keep a clear mind, but you're simply powerless against the sight.

“Almost seems like those two perverts would have also betrayed their sex for your tits if they'd been given the chance,” Riley comments. “Disgusting!”

You realize that you've inevitably got a boner - and a quick glance over at Marc shows that he feels the same way.

“Oh, Riley, don't be like that. Poor men with their primitive brains are just programmed that way. They can't help it, which in many ways is only good for us women...” Jacky now moves one hand between her legs. “You know what, I'm far too horny to think about sleeping right now! How about one of your cocks is making itself useful?”

Marc's and your eyes meet. You know for sure that getting involved with this woman can't be a good idea...

“Well, we could probably both...” Marc stammers before you can say anything.

“Hahaha, how cute,” Jacky croaks heartily. “But let's not get carried away. I've also just come up with a great idea of how we can determine which of you is the lucky one - and if things go well, the other one will even be eliminated from the competition,” she grins diabolically. “Because I know a few funny little games...”

“And what do these games look like?” you ask, knowing that you can't escape them anyway (and because you're keen to release a little pressure from your balls).

“I'll tell you as soon as you've chosen one.”