that clearly. They’d all been too drunk for that, and things between her and Carol had been distinctly awkward for weeks afterwards. Some of the videos they’d been shown had not just double penetration, but triple. She broke off her exercises and shuddered. It was something she told herself she could endure if she had to, but she hoped that she wouldn’t have to. The terms of their bet were pretty clear: The last one of them captured won the pot as long as she stuck it out to the end. There were a lot of tiebreakers tacked onto the agreement, but she hoped it wouldn’t come to that. No, she planned not to get caught in the first place.
But what if she did get caught? It was a possibility; no matter how determined she was to avoid it. If she was taken her only chance of winning depended on being the sex toy of a bunch of men and hoping that she could stand that longer than the others could. Hell, after they’d caught her and used her they could even sell her in that slave market, and then she’d have to endure whatever her buyer wanted to do to her. It was a daunting prospect, but she just couldn’t bring herself to back out, no matter how smart that might appear to be. No, she just had to finally beat those other women at something.
She sat down on her sleeping bag and sighed. Well, if she couldn’t stop thinking, maybe she could use that to plan what she was going to do tomorrow. Staying in one place probably wasn’t a good idea. Sooner or later someone might stumble across her. Of course, if she moved around that might happen anyway, but sitting still had no appeal. She could hide most of her stuff here and make short forays into the surrounding woods. That would at least keep her busy. And she could check out what might or might not be one of those ‘trading posts’. It should be safe, based on what Lydia had told her earlier. And if she was traveling light, she should be able to avoid, or at least outrun, any hunters she happened to come across. She’d been pretty good at track in high school.
It suddenly occurred to her that while they had all gotten a lot of information on the rules of the hunt, they hadn’t been told much about how to survive in the wilderness. Had that been on purpose? If the men doing the hunting all had experience at that sort of thing wasn’t it kind of unfair to send the women out all unprepared? Well, she wasn’t exactly totally unprepared, thanks to all the reading she’d done, but right now she wished she’d taken the time to get a little hands-on training. It was too late for that now.
She laid back, put her hands behind her head and looked up at the sky again. She could hardly see anything at all of it now, thanks to the overhanging, sheltering shrubbery. Her thoughts drifted back to what might happen if she was captured after all. She gave in. It was clear that it was going to keep happening, so she might as well go with it. And it had been a while since she’d last had sex: Even longer if she only counted really satisfying sex.
Would she put up a fight? Yes, probably. So if it was only one man who caught her he’d have to be very strong and very determined and he’d probably have to tie her up anyway. That would be something new to her. Some of the women she’d seen in the videos had seemed to enjoy that. She thought that she might too, if the guy was big and strong and good-looking. Maybe he’d even stake her out spread-eagled on the ground, like she’d seen in another video, so that he could take his time. If he knew what he was doing, that might not be so bad. Well, for a while, anyway.
What if it was two men? She’d still fight, but she didn’t think she could win a contest like that unless she fought dirty. She’d fought dirty once before with an arrogant bodybuilder who just didn’t seem to understand what ‘no’ meant. No matter how big a guy was, if you hit him hard enough in the right spot he went down and stayed down more than long enough for