"Survive." He let go. "These are good purebloods and you..." he waved his hand at her outfit "...are a prisoner of an inferior breed. You are on this ...hip for a contest." He turned toward the men and raised his voice. "It's a Last Man Fucking kind of contest. They are going to fuck you and fuck you until they can't fuck anymore. And the last man gets to decide what will be done with you. Usually, you'll either be sold at auction or taken up on deck and kept on ship to service us until we grow. Susan took the opportunity while they waited to study this naked girl and to see how comfortable she seemed in just her birthday suit. The receptionist must have been only a year or two older than Susan at the most but to Susan she still seemed way too young to be carrying on so confidently even though she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on.Jack was also studying this naked girl but for completely different reasons - namely, she was a girl and she was naked and she looked really good! She had. It was midmorning and tiny halos of sunlight bounced off the leaves standing limply in the full sun. Yesterday's rain had turned the air humid. The sun warmed up the packed earth underneath the tall, spreading trees. The ground was moist, making it difficult for Taima to hide his trail as he skirted through what he hoped was the northern boundary of the Kindee Tribe.Taima was hungry, but he was afraid. If he had caught someone from another tribe hunting on his land, he would have killed them. I lived in the opposite direction. My brain told me that I was crazy to walk her home expecting anything as she was in a relationship and wouldn’t cheat on her man. My drunken instinct though was to walk her home and I didn’t hesitate whatsoever. She told me she would be fine but would like some company on the way home if I didn’t have anywhere to be. My mind immediately raced as to what this meant and my dick became hard again. I hope she hadn’t seen the bulge in my pants that was growing by.