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A bit embarrassed yourself, you quickly zipped up your jeans as the farmhand made his way out of the house. You gave him an earful about how he shouldn't be watching porn when there was work to be done and that he'd better do better if he wants to keep his job. You channeled a lot of your frustration with yourself at enjoying what you had seen toward him, using him as a scapegoat for your feelings. He stood there, looking quite contrite, and when you had finished your lecture, he hurried off toward the farm, leaving you there, fuming, but still horny.
You couldn't help but imagine what it must be like to be one of those contestants, scared and hiding, knowing just how high the stakes were, risking everything for a chance to win it big. You kept remembering the sight of those powerful, well-endowed men plowing their captives for all they were worth, and your arousal grew even more. Once the farmhand was out of sight, you slumped down on his front porch and rubbed your clit until you managed to climax. Just as you did so, the farmhand appeared, seemingly from nowhere, an evil grin on his face.
You realized how bad this looked, especially after the lecture you'd just given him, and he threw your own words back at you. You immediately began to re-fasten your jeans, but he strode over to you and grabbed you by the hair, dragging you inside his house. He had decided he'd had enough of your shit and wanted to get rid of you. He tied you to a chair, then made a phone call. When he hung up, he informed you that men would be coming in a few hours to pick you up and take you to compete on that game show you seemed to enjoy so much.
In the meantime, he said you should try to make yourself comfortable. He put your chair facing the TV and restarted the show you had interrupted. You were practically forced to watch as the girls on the show were hunted down, fucked, and sold off to the viewers. Your captor took off his pants and resumed his interrupted masturbation. When he got close to cumming, he stood up and came over to you, blowing his load all over your face and tits. It was humiliating.
By about the time the show was over, some men arrived in a black van to take you away. They drove you across several states before finally stopping in the deserted parking lot of an abandoned shopping mall where a chopper was waiting for you. The helicopter flew you out over the ocean to an island outside the jurisdiction of any sovereign nation.
You were then kept in what looked a lot like a hotel and treated like a princess - a princess locked in a tower, but a princess nonetheless. For the past week, you've had nothing but the best food, the nicest clothes, the most expensive makeup and perfume, and access to a seemingly unlimited number of TV channels. However, you've been entirely out of contact with the outside world. You've been allowed no access to phones or the internet.
At last, it's time for the competition to begin. You're given clothes to change into - a tight cutoff t-shirt emblazoned with the words "Got Milk?" on the front and a pair of cutoff jeans so short and tight that the bottom of your ass is hanging out of them. Notably, you're not given any panties.
Once you've changed, you're led into a room with the other contestants. You see a large monitor playing the intro to the show. A handsome man with bulging muscles and no shirt on walks onto the screen and begins to speak. "Hello all you perverts out there! I'm Hank Hardman, your host for Last Virgin Standing, the game where one girl wins big and everyone else is fucked. We've got ten lovely ladies here for your viewing pleasure today. Nine of them will be going home with some of our most generous viewers, but one lucky girl will be going free with 50 million dollars in her g-string. I wonder who it's going to be!"
Hank then goes over the rules before introducing each girl in turn. As he does so, a picture of the girl he's talking about appears on the screen, as well as a number of stats showing things like breast size and hip measurements. Apart from you, he introduces nine other girls from around the world.
First is Meifeng, a cute short-haired Chinese girl. Raised on the streets of Hong Kong, she is competing in the game in the hopes of bettering her life.
Second comes Ashley, a plucky Canadian with fiery red hair. She was captured just like you. Judging by the slutty Wonder Woman-themed lingerie she's wearing, you'd guess she's a comic book nerd.
Third is Valeria, a busty Peruvian with wide hips, a bad attitude, and a loud mouth. Hank made a joke about seeing how loud she'd be with a dick down her throat.
Fourth is Natalie, a classic American cheerleader - blonde, busty, and with almost as much attitude as Valeria. She's here voluntarily as well, and you suspect she's thrilled by the thought of losing.
Fifth is Amara, a tall Nigerian woman with the body of a goddess. She's very quiet, and is another captive.
Sixth is Mayumi, a very petite Filipina. Despite her size, she seems in pretty good condition and might be tough to beat.
Seventh is Svetlana, an eastern European beauty with jet black hair, pale skin, and ice blue eyes. Apparently she owed money to a criminal organization and couldn't pay her debts, which is how she ended up here.
Eighth is Genevieve, a demure black girl from London with a beautiful voice. A struggling young actress, she had been tricked into joining the competition by her agent.
Ninth and last is Miriam, an olive-shoved Israeli girl with beautiful dark brown hair that reaches to her waist.
Once the introductions have been finished, Hank reappears on the screen. He flashes a big smile to the camera and declares. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, it's time to begin. Let's release the girls!" With that, one of the walls to the room you're in slides up. Bright sunlight floods the room and you see before you a lush tropical forest. A buzzer sounds, indicating the beginning of your ten-minute head start. Straight ahead, there's the beginning of a trail. Most of the girls aim straight for it. However, there's also a beautiful sandy beach off to one side that you could run along. Then again, these obvious trails might have traps on them. It might be better to stay off the trail and the beach altogether. What do you do?