Storm in and tell him off
From Create Your Own Story
Infuriated, you stomped up to his front door and, without knocking, threw it open. The farmhand looked up in panic, dick still in his hand, as you stormed through the door, your face livid with anger. He quickly hiked up his jeans, looking almost as angry as you. The two of you had a shouting match in which you berated him for being late and he told you to mind your own damn business and not come barging into his house. Finally, in his anger, he rushed at you, pinning you against the wall. You tried to fight back, but he proved stronger than you and somehow managed to tear your shirt off of you. He gave you a lustful look, and for a moment, you were sure he was going to try to rape you. This intuition was strengthened when he used the fabric of your shirt to tie your hands behind your back before he began to fondle your breasts. However, just as he was about to pull down your jeans, a noise from the television drew his attention and a wicked idea formed in his mind.
A few minutes later, you found yourself tied to a chair, listening as your farmhand made a phone call to someone from Last Virgin Standing. At last, he put down the phone with a smile and told you that someone would be here to pick you up in a few hours. 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 low-cut sports bra and a pair of short, booty-hugging shorts. The fabric is light and breathable, and the sports bra has the letters "LVS" written across it in a font that you'd normally see on a sports jersey. 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?
