Kristi was tied to a post in the desert, naked. She had been left with no water, no protection from the sun, and no way to free herself. Her Mistress and her harem were hiking away and not coming back. To make matters worse, the last thing Kristi had drank in hours was hot piss, and an intense vibrator lodged in her pussy was making her orgasm over and over again, quickly dehydrating her.
She had to get the vibrator out. She tried with every muscle in her loins, flexing it and relaxing it, but nothing would work. She couldn't push it out herself, and with her hands tied above her, she couldn't pull it out, either.
She flopped up and down, pelvic thrusting, trying to dislodge the toy, but nothing was working. Kristi realized that the cost in sweat and energy was no longer worth it and gave up, letting the toy vibrate away in her raw pussy.
As sun set, the vibrator finally weakened, then ran out of battery. Then she was confronted with a new enemy: nighttime. It was going to get cold fast. Kristi struggled and strained, trying to reach her nearby clothes with her toes, but her Mistress had left them far too many inches out of reach. Temperature dropping, Kristi rolled herself into a ball and weathered out the night. Off in the distance she could hear coyotes. If they found her, she was done for.
The sun rose, and with it, intense heat. The need to shit was becoming a serious problem for Kristi. Thoroughly degraded, she scooted to the other side of the pole and did her business, then scooted back, sand sticking to her ass because of the new adhesive. She managed to hold her piss in longer, but got rid of it by noon, unable to drink any of it. Because of the dehydration, no need to piss came soon after.
Kristi was getting brutally cooked by the sun. Her pale skin had since gone from white, to a subtle tan, to pink, to red, to deep red. It was incredibly painful to move any skin at all. Her shoulders, tits (what were left of them), and all of her legs and feet were developing blisters. Eventually she gave up and tried to fall asleep, hoping that death would take her from the pain.
She jolted awake, early in the morning, to discover ants crawling all over her pussy, ass, and dying breasts. An infection had taken her ass and tits away from her, but the shit in her ass and the juice on her pussy and vibrator also contributed to the arrival of the bugs. She squirmed violently, doing whatever she could to shake them off. After hours of struggling and screaming, the ants finally left.
The last few hours of blissful cold drained away, and the sun began persistently taking Kristi's life away. She thought herself lucky if she could make it to the next night, but she knew all too well her race was run. Her skin was being damaged in ways she didn't know it could, and she was in more pain than she thought imaginable. She leaned back against the post and cried, too dehydrated to produce a tear.
Then, the distant sound of an engine hummed. Kristi tried to scream, but her throat was completely dried out and sore, muting her. Her only hope was if she was on their way.
Evan and Frank were drinking beer, listening to country songs, and driving through the woods when they drove past a horse post. Something red in the corner of his eye caused Frank to turn back. Mysteriously, the thing was a naked girl.
"I'm stopping the truck. I just saw something I liked," Frank said, giddy.
The two men got out and carefully approached the girl, as if she was capable of hurting them.
"I think she's dead," Frank said disappointed.
Kristi jolted suddenly, alive. Frank and Evan flinched.
"Water!" she whispered, "Water! I'm dying!"
The men didn't have water, but they had beer. Evan gave Kristi beer after beer while Frank investigated the area.
