The morning after

Rosa awoke slowly as the morning sun hit her eyes. She felt a brief bit of confusion as she struggles to remember where she is. Then the soreness between her legs and the foulness in her mouth reminded her. The island. The game. The men. So many men.

There were two of them right now pressed up against her, snoring away. Rosa gently removed their arms over her, then sat up. She had not been able to count the men last night, but just the ten that she could see lying around gave her a shudder.

My first time. Here on this shitty island with ten guys. Probably even more, it looks like some have moved off in search of other prey.

Rosa tried to clear her head. She felt a little woozy.

And I was moaning and thrusting like a complete slut through the whole thing. What must my family think?! Rosa desperately begged they wouldn't see it. The game doesn't seem to be over though... Some girl must have made it through the first night. So I still have a chance.

Rosa did not see Tiffany immediately, but some movement along the treeline caught her eyes. There she was, frantically waving for Rosa's attention.

She mouthed "Go! Run!" and waved her over.

Rosa got up and took her backpack, one of the guys that was curled up had a small water bottle. Her mouth was parched and the horrible taste of cock was still overpowering. She took the bottle.

Tiffany shook her head, but what could she be on about? Rosa barely felt like you could move without drinking some more.