07. Crying in the rain.
"Rise and shine, it's another beautiful though somewhat rainy day," Ashley heard Jennifer call out.
She woke up from a deep sleep, it took her a while to remember where she was. And remembering the previous night explained why she was feeling more than a little sore.
"Come on girls, wake up, the rest of us are heaving breakfast already and soon we have to get out of here," Jennifer called out to them.
Ashley looked at the ceiling and stretched her arms. "I'm coming," she answered, and slowly started to stretch the rest of her muscles before getting up from the bed.
"Phoebe, Christie, you two getting up too? We're the only ones still sleeping," Ashley said, noticing the two girls sleeping a bit further down the bed.
"I'm so painful," Phoebe groaned. She was lying on her back, eyes still half closed. Her curly hair looked like a huge mess. "Everything hurts, I'm feeling really stiff. Damn yesterday was the third time in two days they got me. Today I really have to do better."
Ashley walked over and stretched out her hand.
"Come on up, today is Monday, not so many hunters, good chance for you to remain hidden. You just ran into a lot of bad luck, that will change. Now come on up and have something to eat, we have to get moving, or we're going to be the easiest catch of the day."
Phoebe took her hand and pulled herself up from the bed. She stood up, put her hands behind her head and pushed her chest forward to stretch her sore muscles. Ashley looked at the pretty girl in front of her, and how she pushed her round boobs forward.
"Or is it them that make those bastards want me so much?" Phoebe said, looking down at her chest.
Ashley laughed, "You're not supposed to see those when you're hiding, but they sure look good. Now come on, enough showing off, we have to go down now."
All the other girls were having their breakfast already when Ashley, Phoebe and Christie finally came down.
Emma greeted them, "Sit down, sleepyheads. It's almost time to get moving. It's a rainy day today, and it's a Monday, so there will be less hunters than yesterday. Nevertheless they will want three of us so hide well."
The girls finished breakfast, quickly cleaned up the place and then they all spread out, finding a place to hide.
Ashley decided to try her rock crevice again, knowing it's a good hiding place and not likely the men will search there again, while the overhead rocks should keep it dry. It was raining hard, really hard, and with the dark skies it seemed like it would continue forever. By the time she reached her hideout even her shoes were flooded. She crawled in, carefully rearranging the bush at the entrance not so show any signs of disturbance. To her delight she found the place was indeed pretty dry.
The morning was uneventful. No hunters came near, but obviously at least one woman was found considering the screams she heard halfway the session.
She was thinking about the previous day's events. Having been both "appetiser" and "main course". Emily was right, those men really only care about their bodies. Let them play with your body, not with your mind. She could live with the idea -- her body is just that, a body, the important thing is who she is, and that's her soul. And to get to one's soul, you have to get into their mind.
There was no love or romance here, just sex. Those men didn't want love, they just wanted a good fuck. They wanted to live a fantasy, where women were just sex toys. They tacked a game to it, to give it a bit more of a challenge, and a bit more of a surprise who they would get.
The whole development did start to mess with her mind, she realised. She was totally unsure of herself: was this really a good thing to do? Would she be able to detach herself from her body for the rest of the week, like she did the previous night? She surprised herself by being so detached. It was not her, lying on the floor, being impaled by hard dick after hard dick. It was not her, being covered in cum. It was not her experiencing orgasms. Or was it? She did feel good, those orgasms did set her body on fire, it was really intense. In a way she had enjoyed the sex, starting with the gentle touches during dinner, the tongues all over her body during dessert, the orgasm they gave her to finish off dessert. It felt good, but also so totally wrong.
The sound of the horn woke her up from her thoughts. She came out of hiding, still rather confused, but also getting to terms with her being there. Having been allowed to mesmerise those two hours, not being disturbed, let alone being found and raped again, it all give her a little more confidence that she would be able to get through the week.
On the way back to the cabin she saw a girl sitting in the rain next to the path, head on her knees, arms around the legs, her seriously messed up hair hanging in wet strands down. It was Phoebe.
"Hey Phoebe, what's wrong?" she asked.
Phoebe lifted her head, eyes a bit swollen as she was obviously crying.
