Ashley ran for her life.
Her only clothing was a pair of thin sandals, and they weren't built for speed. She dashed down the rocky slope towards the beach where dozens of other naked girls were laboring, futilely building a pile of rocks for the entertainment of fucking Dr. Wilcox. The filthy, exhausted girls turned their heads as she sprinted past, and a few yelled out her name. But she didn't slow down.
It was easier to run on the wet sand down by the ocean. Ashley stretched her legs and pumped her arms, clutching a white stone star figure to her chest as best as she could. Her breasts were small a-cups, but still bounced uncomfortably when she ran flat-out, and the stupid star gave her some support. She was small, barely five-feet, but highly motivated. After a minute or so her adrenaline ran down and the aches of the morning began to catch up with her. Damn the fucking doctor and his stupid wife, with her stupid smile.
Ashley slowed to a jog and looked back. She had left the other girls far behind, eclipsed by a curve of jungle. She didn't see anyone coming after her, but her footprints made a clear trail in the sand. Would the ocean wash them away? "Shit," she said.
She turned towards the trees and ran on the softer sand. It piled in her sandals and tugged at her feet. Her muscles ached and her lungs burned. She scanned the treeline as she trudged and turned into the first break she found. A small stream poured out of the jungle and over the sand. She dropped to her knees next to it and splashed water over her face, drinking deeply.
Her face, hair, and breasts were covered with sweat and come from Dr. Wilcox and stupid Hannah. Everyone knew she was his favorite. Not her fault though, not really. They both wanted to win the game, and Hannah had. The game itself was fucking Shelly's fault.
Ashley used the cool water from the stream to rinse her face and her short, brown hair. Hannah had already licked most of her clean. She was a sweet girl. Not her fault. Hannah reminded Ashley of her older sister, Olivia; Dr. Wilcox had spoiled her, too. Ashley shook her head and started washing the sand off her body that she'd kicked up running. She hated getting sand in her pussy. Damn it.
Ashley had finally caught her breath after a few minutes and she stood up to look around. The stream led into the jungle, but she had never been to this part of the island before. Was she still in the compound? Who knows. She walked a hundred feet upstream and listened. Bird calls. Monkeys? It looked, sounded, and felt like the rest of the island. Safer than staying on the beach. The stream had to come from the plateau.
She kept walking up the stream, picking her way over fallen trees and other debris. It was slow-going, not at all like in the movies. She wondered anew at the island's lack of bugs, snakes, and other pests. Still, there were plenty of pointy sticks and rocks to scrape her as she hiked.
To where? "I've really fucked myself this time," she said. "Fucking island." There was nowhere to go, except back to the doctor. She had a hundred lashes waiting for her for losing the stupid game, but that was nothing compared to what she'd earned for running away. And cursing at Dr. Wilcox and Shelly. And throwing the handcuffs at her.
More than a little bit of Ashley had wanted to put the handcuffs on and find out what Shelly had planned. They'd had sex before, and it was amazing. Ashley didn't object to cuffs. But the game and the bet were so unfair. Fuck them all.
The cool water washed over Ashley's feet as she picked her way upstream, but the rest of her body sweated from the exertion and oppressive humidity. Her pussy was still aroused from the game - boosted by the jolt of adrenaline - and she caught herself reenacting the game in her head as she walked. Burying her face in Hannah's pussy while Dr. Wilcox pounded Hannah from behind had been pretty awesome. She sat down on a mossy rock with her feet in the water and reached between her legs. She had all the time in the world... might as well rub one out.
Ashley's fingers opened the tiny, smooth lips of her pussy and began running circles around her clit. She was plenty wet. Her heartbeat started slowing as she relaxed into a comfortable rhythm, at home in her own body. One great thing about the island was permission for unlimited orgasms. Ashley rolled her eyes at herself. She was already breaking all the rules, and she cared about that?
She purred as she pleasured herself slowly, luxuriating in the feeling. She'd had plenty of orgasms over the past few days on the island, but none by her own hand. Nicole and Elizabeth were eager and willing, along with a few other girls here and there, and it felt wasteful to get herself off. But now it felt so nice.
A distant voice broke through the trees. "Ashley!" Her hand froze and her head spun around. "I'm coming to get you!"
Ashley jumped to her feet. It was Shelly's voice, coming from downstream. Should she sit back down and wait to be found? If not, where should she go?
"Ashley!" Shelly called out, a little closer. "All I want is an apology! Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
An apology for what? Having her own brain? Resenting a "game" that pit her against her friend for a beating? Not being a mindless sex puppet? Ashley cupped her hands and yelled back, "Fuuuuuuck youuuuuu!"
Ashley grabbed her stone star, turned upstream and ran, splashing, until she found a path up the bank she could follow into the jungle. She knew she wouldn't evade Shelly for long if she stayed on the game trails, but she winced at the thought of striking through the thick foliage naked, in sandals. Even on this trail, branches scratched her skin and rocks dug into her feet. She cursed and struggled through the plants as fast as she could. She didn't hear any more from Shelly, but the wildlife hooted and hollered as she charged through.
After an endless run, her lungs on fire, Ashley stumbled into a low, stone wall, maybe two feet tall. Short enough even for her to step over with ease. It appeared to be made of stones similar to what the other students had been stacking on the beach, and it extended through the trees as far as she could see in both directions. A few of the stones bore silver engravings Was this the edge of the compound? If so, the other side looked the same as here.
Suddenly a burst of pain exploded behind her right shoulder and Ashley jerked forward. She cried out and stumbled over the wall, falling to the ground. Rocks and sticks dug into her breasts and stomach. Her back was on fire. She twisted around to see a welt the size of a baseball near her right shoulder blade, quickly blackening to a bruise.
"I see you!" Shelly yelled, closer than ever.
Ashley didn't waste any breath on words. She jumped up and ran.
There was no path on this side of the wall, and Ashley used her arms to push a way into the brush, clutching her star. Should she leave it behind? Her right arm screamed with pain, but she didn't listen. She collected an array of bloody scratches as she hurtled through the foliage. The scratches became burning lines of fire as her sweat rolled down her naked body. Her left sandal caught on a root and she stumbled. She left it behind. The ground was rough and her left foot quickly became a mass of pain. She couldn't stop. Fucking Shelly.
As Ashley vaulted a large stone, a sudden gloom surrounded her. She looked up, but there were no clouds. The sun was ashen grey as it peeked through the canopy. The jungle noises grew distant, quiet. She pushed off the rock and kept moving. The darkness followed her, and soon she couldn't see more than a few feet ahead. Her right sandal was gone. When had she lost it? She had trouble breathing. The stone points of the star dug into her skin. She used her free hand to pull herself through the trees.
She heard a muffled thud, as if from a great distance, and her left leg collapsed. Ashley fell to the ground. Her right arm wouldn't move. Her left leg burned, and her vision wavered as she saw another huge bruise growing on the back of her left thigh. She curled up into a ball on her side and clutched her knees to her breasts around the stone star. Was she dying?
Blood and sweat blurred her vision. Silent darkness enveloped her, brushing against her body. Soft tendrils of touch danced across her skin. Over her face and eyes. The sights and sounds of the jungle faded away to darkness and utter silence. Feather-light fingers pressed into her ears and nose. Ashley opened her mouth to scream, but it was muffled by a gentle force reaching into her mouth, pressing down her tongue, stretching into her throat. The ghostly fingers slid over her face and body, caressing her. Tugging up at her eyelids. She squeezed them tight. Down her back, between her legs. Tracing over her pussy, pushing into her asshole. She tried to roll away, to protect herself, but she couldn't move. She felt her pussy lips spread open and an insistent pressure against her opening, twisting, borrowing into her.
