Day 3

I had gone out in the middle of the night to see what was happening. All the girls looked asleep and there were only a few men around. I decided this was a good time to get some more information and see what the guests think so far. I walked up to one of them and asked his thoughts. I had seen him in other years, but as I am not the most social person, I hadn’t talked to him. I would guess he is in his mid forties and looked in decent shape and had a small accent. He told me he was really enjoying himself and had voted for Haylee twice. I knew exactly what he meant with voting and smiled friendly. He said he was looking forward to today’s round. I smiled and said so did I and that he better go to sleep and eat some eggs as he would need his stamina. Happy with my visit and went to sleep with some piece of mind.

I woke up around 10AM the next morning without any alarm. I was thinking about the girls from last night. Maybe I needed to find those two girls again. They were good at what they were doing and they had been fun to play with. However, I also knew that the lack of pressure relief might keep me more focussed, there was something to be said for that as well. Leon was not here and it was weird not having Leon here and it made me wonder if everything was ok. I had not said it or I heard a knock on the door. It was Leon. How did he know I was awake. Maybe I am just getting paranoid now, I thought to myself while opening the door.

Leon didn’t waste a minute and immediately started talking.

“Good morning sir. I am happy to say that #4’s stepfather will arrive soon. The girl herself is locked up in isolation. If you want, you can have an hour with her, we can clean her up if you like before that. Her stepfather will have her for the rest of the day until the challenge.”

I knew that Tarza, or #4 has a stepfather. I assumed this was one of Leon’s shady deals and he had sold her to her stepdad, at least for some hours. Me having some time with Tarza was right up my alley and so I nodded in approval.

“With the money her stepdad paid us, we should be good already, so whatever is made later by selling her is a bonus.”, Leon said.

It was clear for me for him this was all business. His organization had found a way to get a lot of money and they didn’t care how. I don’t think I cared too much either.

“We must go now sir”, Leon said. “There is not much time.”

We walked to the same room where we had talked to Daphne and Tammy. Tarza was sitting on the ground, facing the door, in the same type of stock that India had been placed a few days ago. I looked at her and enjoyed the position, she looked like a human fucktoy. Her butt was slightly higher than her head. I stared at her, so had her eyes closed but it was still clear that her face was covered in tears. A gag was placed in her mouth that kept her already big mouth obscenely wide open. She was ready to go.

I discussed with Leon that 30 minutes should cover it. He told me that that would work and to just close the door after I was done. His helpers would clean her up before her step dad would appear. With that, Leon left the room. Time for me to have some fun. I walked over to Tarza and took the gag out of her mouth.

“Thank you”, she mumbled right away, “Please don’t kill me.” She had trouble talking and I wondered how long the gag had been in her mouth.

“We have no plans to kill you. Actually, after today, you will be done with us.”, I replied, “But your actions pissed off some people, including me. All you had to do was cooperate.”

“I am sorry.”, she said and funny enough she truly looked sorry.

I moved behind her and she knew exactly what was going to happen. Her legs were spread. There was no way she could prevent what was going to happen to her. I put my hands on her back and stroked her dark black skin, starting at her neck and working my way down. Her body stiffened as I touched the soft skin of the bottom of her back. Part of me wanted to release her from the stocks to have a bit more fight going on, but Leon had warned me not to do that. Now she was more like an object that couldn’t move. I am sure she felt it that way too.

I opened my pants and took my cock out. Her body smelled like roses, but I could still smell her sweet female parts. Something had gotten her juices flowing, maybe it was fear. I put my hand to feel the wetness between her legs and rubbed some on my now semi-hard cock to lubricate it a bit. Then I put a finger in my mouth to taste it. Oh the gorgeous juices of a young female.

I put my cock against her pussy lips and slowly pushed it in. It found little resistance and it made me wonder if maybe the guards had played with her before as she was very wet. I put in a couple of strokes and I heard her moan in light distress. This was not going to do it for me. I wondered if she was liking it. I didn’t matter. It took my cock out and instead pushed her ass cheeks apart.

“No please no”, she screamed immediately.

My cock was still wet from her vagina juices and that was all the motivation I needed to push my cock deeper into her backdoor. I also took a small bit of lube from a tube that was hanging on the stock and that was enough and then jammed my cock all the way in. A loud scream came from her mouth. I didn’t care about the screaming. Nobody here cared and I knew these walls would for sure be soundproof. Time to get this going I thought, I only had 30 minutes.

Her screaming continued as I kept pounding her asshole, making my cock only harder. The stocks gave her no way of escaping and within a few strokes, my cock was fully inserted into her asshole. There is something special about anally raping a girl, like an extra level in a video game. I could feel her butt crack pulsing around my cock and it was super tight. Tarza, like Yasmin, was a very skinny girl, and her butt was not a typical black girl, but quite skinny, making my cock look huge inside her asshole. From the noises she was making, it felt huge to her too. I grabbed the inside of her legs and used it as leverage to fuck her ass harder and faster. Tarza was now gasping for air, in an attempt to relieve the pain. I didn’t stop, almost in a trance looking at her face in the mirror on the back of the wall, seeing her face grimash with every stroke until I finally relieved myself deep in her bowels.

I finished by smacking her ass and took my cock out. It made a soundable plop. Her asshole slowly closed again now that the intruder was gone. My cock looked like it had just fought WW3 as it was covered with blood, slime, spit and a big of feces. I snapped a couple of quick pictures of her and now walked back to the front of the stocks.

I lifted her head open and told her to open her mouth. She pretended not to hear me. The rape had taken all the resistance out of her. I grabbed the gag that was on the floor and put it back into her mouth, leaving it wide open again. Her eyes were now wide open as well and slowly I put my cock, filthy with all her juices on her tongue. Her face showed her disgust as the tastes hit her tongue. I moved my cock around a bit in her mouth, making sure to clean it up using her saliva. Once it was sufficiently cleaned, I dried my cock off using her long black hair and closed my pants and left the room. I think the entitlement has been fucked out of her. A job well done.

I looked at my watch, 11.30AM. Time for some food, I had skipped breakfast after all.

Day 3 - Afternoon - Goodbye #12?

I had enjoyed some lunch at the beach when I got a message from Leon to tell me to come over a few minutes early as he had something to discuss. It was not unusual, the guy is a control freak so I didn’t think anything of it.

“Thank you for making it in time, we have a bit of an issue.”, Leon said as soon as he saw me.

Together we walked to yet another hidden door and got into a room with a lot of monitors and five men watching cameras. He clicked on one and I recognized the room right away. It was the room with Tarza. I knew there were cameras everywhere even when you didn’t see them. Clearly I hadn’t seen this one. This one looked like it had been hidden in one of the lights but amazing enough, the image was very clear.

On the screen was Tarza stepdad, furiously face-fucking his step daughter. The problem was clear though. Tarza looked completely different from when I left her. Her hair was mostly cut, but in a bad way, like a monkey had tried to cut it with a knife. Her tits were black and blue and bleeding and so was her ass. And although it was hard to see with her mouth pressed against his balls, it looked like she had at least one black eye and maybe a broken lip or bloody nose.

“What the fuck happened.” I asked. It was a stupid question, the evidence was clear, but wasn’t sure what else to say. Yes I am a bad guy, but somehow this looked worse to me.

Leon didn’t care and started talking. It was not his usual short answers, but a full answer this time. “When he landed, he was already super excited. I even saw him take several viagra. He talked all the way over to the Colosseum and I had to tell him several times to shut up as there is no free talk outside. I think he took some other drugs as well. He kept on talking that he had been waiting for this for years and since he couldn’t do it to her mom, at least he could do it to her daughter. Anyway, I had just left and he was only a few minutes in, when I got a message from the screeners and he told me her Tarza’s step dad was going all out. He had taken his shoe off and was using it as a dildo on her cunt and was cutting her hair with a pocket knife. I let it go for a bit as this is what he paid for, but that guy must have really hated his wife and step-daughter as he started to beat her with everything in the room: his belt, his shoes. At some point he took off the cord and the lub and he used it like a mace as she was curled up on the floor. The girl had no clue and looked excited when he had first come in, thinking she was being rescued but he smacked her hard on the face right away and told her that it was time to do something for all the money she had taken over the years. Anyway, I stepped in when he started carving her tits as he was fucking her. He told me that he bought her, but didn’t want to keep her, but that he would keep her till the auction. He also said that he wasn’t going to kill her and to get out as he wasn’t done with her yet.”

I smiled. I had heard about him and he was definitely an aggressive guy. The rumor was that steroids or other drugs may have been involved.

“So? What now?”, I asked.

“Well since we don’t have time to clear her up really before the auction, I was thinking about maybe postponing it for a day. She doesn’t look like her picture anymore you know.”, said Leon.

I laughed. I was wondering how it would impact the other contestants seeing her like that. Would they feel it as motivational seeing that leaving might result in beating within an inch or their life or would it make them just freeze up.

“I doubt she will get us much money either in this condition either, so maybe we can find another way to auction her. Maybe take some pictures and make a joke about it. Like ‘Slightly damaged girl, will take the best offer.’”, I suggested, but Leon didn’t seem to like the joke.

“That is not possible sir. We will have to propose the auction, maybe till after the finals, when she has healed it a bit. We will keep her in Singh Singh till then.” Leon said.

I knew Singh Singh. It was the place where the contestants were kept before and after Survivor. It was a hotel where the ‘guests’ couldn’t open the door, but had tv, food, a nice bed and everything. It looked great, until you realized you couldn’t leave.

“Ok with me. “, I said, although I didn’t think I really had a vote, “Maybe I will find a way to use her after she has recovered a bit. I will have to think about it. I guess I will use the extra time to prepare for the next challenge. I may have to change things up a bit. Can you tell the girls to be ready, showered and have their make-up on”.

“I cannot sir, that is your job.”, answered Leon.

“Fine, bring me there”.

Day 3 - The challenge - it is a marathon

“Hello my pretty contestants. And now there are ten left to win Survivor and get the opportunity to live a life of richness. For the rest, well there are two options. Cooperate and you will be rescued by your prince Charming, don’t cooperate and well elimination from the game becomes exactly that. Today’s challenge is called ‘It is a marathon, not a sprint’”

I looked around at the girls. They were all sitting around as instructed. They looked surprised when I showed up early and called them forward. The sun is the sky gives them a good sense of time, but me calling them early resulted in them not being ready. Some of them were dripping wet as they were showering when I called them. Behind the girls, the guards had come in and had moved the bed from a central spot, and had spread the beds all around. The girl nervously looked around, wondering what was in store for them.

“I know I am an hour early, and that most of our guests are not here yet, but I have decided to give you some more time today. After all, it will be a marathon today.”

“It is time to up the ante and show if you are the right person to win this Survivor. Today’s challenge lasts roughly 3 hours. It is now slightly after 4PM, so this competition lasts until 7PM...

“We will have a big countdown clock in the middle. When it reaches zero, the challenge is over. Win the challenge and you win immunity. If you are in any other place but first, you could get eliminated and your faith is out of your hands.”

I continued my explanation. The girls were listening, but looked shocked.

“Voting for who gets immunity and who should be eliminated happens during these four hours and are counted right after the time is up. So I don’t recommend pissing anybody off or they could vote against you.”

“Each participant gets ten downvotes with your names on it. They can choose to use none or use all ten, but you can get only one downvote per participant to keep it fair. You can however get multiple upvotes from the same person. At the end, we count your upvotes and subtract the downvotes and that determines the ranking and determines who is in last place. It is as simple as that.

I paused for a bit. I had explained the rules, but still hadn’t told them exactly what the context was. I knew they knew. Their faces showed they knew.

“About time management, you can choose to nap all hours, take breaks when you want, shower as many times as you feel you need, it is up to you. Just remember, only #1 is immune from elimination.”

It was time to rip off the band-aid.

“So here are the upvote ballads.”

I held up several boxes of condoms.

“Each of you has their own color. Each condom filled with cum counts as one upvote. I am sure that the guests came ready to play, so there might be more than one upvote from a single person.”

“With that, let the games begin...”

The challenge was not original and has been done almost every Survivor season. The twist this year was the negative votes. In most seasons, the girl with the least votes gets voted off. I had not decided yet, but was leaning to voting off the girl with the most negative votes instead, but will see how it goes. Because I had started with 12 girls, and now there were 10 girls left, it was maybe less girls per man. Some seasons this challenge was done with only five girls, but that often means some men didn’t get to fuck any, leading to a lot of complaints.

The name was really a decoy, it is a sprint, if you didn’t fuck men right away, they would be exhausted and had trouble cumming again later. You are basically competing with the other girls to get a guy to give you his come. Some men will be done with 1 orgasm, others could maybe cum three to four times. For the girls it would be the other way around, how sore would they get. Oh yeah. No lube is provided.

The men had come in. Unlike before, there was no bidding. The girls got to pick who goes first if multiple men were waiting. Each girl had multiple men around them as no men wanted to wait in line long. Ashley’s line was the longest for sure. Heather and Tammy’s line were the shortest. All girls had a guy pounding them now, but not all in the same position. Tammy was sitting on her knees and was fucked from behind, while sucking on another guy. Faith was sitting on top of an old guy and was giving it her all. Sally did the opposite and laid there as a dead fish while an ugly guy was having his way with her. Haylee, being the youngest, had a pretty good line in front of her, but was covering her eyes as this middle-aged fat guy was pounding her.

Willow, who had her legs in her neck, was the first one to score a point, followed by Tammy and Faith. Willow immediately told the next guy to get in and was almost pulling him inside her. Faith also used the same strategy and climbed on top of the next guy. Tammy still had the guy in her mouth as the next guy entered her from behind. He however used the opportunity to take the opportunity of her distraction to stick it in her asshole. She screamed, but the guy in front just forced his cock deeper in her mouth and started face fucking her.

Tammy had three points and was working on number four when Sally scored her first point. Sally was the last person to score a point. Tammy had learned from her mistake and was now laying on her back as she had learned from her mistake.

Faith was the first person to score five points with the same cowgirl technique, closely followed by Tammy and Willow. They obviously knew how to make a guy happy.

Sally was the first person to get a downvote. A guy insisted on going up her ass as she lay there like a dead rat on the previous guy. She refused and then ran off to shower, where she stayed 15 minutes. There were several guys waiting and two more gave her a downvote. Willow had overheard the conversation and took the opportunity to invite the guy in her asshole as she switched on top of the guy she was fucking at that time. Willow was now servicing guys in both holes.

After two hours, Tammy was in the lead with 25 points. She had continously fucked one guy after the other, sometimes allowing a face fuck to score some extra points. Willow was three behind with 22 and her dp’ing two guys had caused two other guys to shoot their load in her mouth. Faith was at 18, riding them all and Ashley had 14.

Mary-Anne, Daphne, India had respectively 11, 10 and 9 points. Both Daphne and India had gotten a solid line of men waiting, but just didn’t provide anything extra, causing the men to take their time with them.

At the bottom were Heather, with 7, Haylee with 6 and Sally with 5. The reasons for the lower points was that both Sally and Haylee had taken several longer breaks as they were crying in between men. Mary-Anne had taken breaks as well, but to take a shower instead between each guy. It had worked in her favor as it had given her a constant flow from guys that like a fresh girl. It seemed we had reached a turning point where some girls were trying harder.

The total number of orgasms was now that each guy could have come twice. That was obviously not the case. Some guys came once and were spent for a few hours, but some of the younger ones had already shot their load three times.

Heather had gotten four downvotes, one for biting a guy who pissed her off, the three others for emotional outbursts. Faith had two for not wanting to change positions and Sally still had her two downvotes. Mary-Anne had one, for walking off when a guy wanted to go next.

The last hour was very different. Guys took a lot longer, girls had gotten sore. Tammy had no line, but always had a guy on top of her. The same with Faith, guys were more than happy to have her do the work. Mary-Anne was using her mouth and Willow had dug her own grave as guys just wanted her ass now that they knew it was in play and threatened with a downvote if she didn’t comply.

Nothing much had changed at the bottom of the list. Haylee got still a line of men and started to collect minusses as she was just crying now. Sally was not doing a lot better, and she managed to get a few more for just not being interested in participating.

I just watched the last hour of girls getting gang-raped. I wasn’t the only one as several guests had returned to the balcony and were just watching. The challenge was a success, but I doubt the girl saw it the same way.

Day 3 - Evening - And the winners is

“And that is the end. Girls come forward and bring your condoms”

The girls grabbed their votes and walked towards me. Some, like Willow and Faith, had clearly trouble walking. The challenge had done a number on them.