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 gonna 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 issue for Kristi. Thoroughly degraded, she scooted to the other side of the pole and did her company, 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 find 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 wondered 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 methods she didn’t know it could, and she was in more pain than she wondered 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.

“She’s been here awhile. See that turd? And, these must be her clothes,” Frank noted.

Kristi was drinking too much for her body to handle and threw up on her sunburnt thighs, causing her extreme pain.

“Look at this. There’s another set of clothes here. And, she’s got something shoved in her pussy. Somebody did this to her,” Frank observed.

“We already knew that. Help me cut her free,” Evan said.

“Hold on there, buster! What are you going to do when she’s free?” Frank objected.

“Put her in the truck and take her to the police station.”

“Come on. When was the last time you had free pussy?” Frank said. The two men laughed, looking at Kristi a whole new way.

“What’s your name, girl?” Frank asked.

“Kristi.”

“Well then, Chrissy, don’t get pissy, I’m gonna get juicy and fuck you in the pussy!” Frank cackled, slicing Kristi’s rope free from the post with a pocket knife and leading her by the hands to the backseat of his truck. He threw Kristi inside and hopped in behind her.

Kristi’s fried skin was incredibly sensitive to touch. If getting thrown in the backseat was painful, Frank getting on top her and roughly fondling her flat chest was agonizing. Kristi screamed pointlessly. Frank had his fun with her, then, at Frank’s insistence, Evan did. Not done, Frank went two more rounds with her.

Sympathetic, Evan gave her more beer, seeing as she was too weak to open them herself. He retrieved her clothes, hot in the sun, but she screamed and thrashed when he tried to put them on her blistered body. Frank cruelly placed ice cubes from the cooler onto her and watched as she wiggled to get them off.

The two men decided to bring Kristi back to Frank’s house, where he could soundproof the basement and lock her down there. Evan drove while Frank stayed in the back, making sure Kristi was hunkered down in the floorboards and not visible to other drivers. They pulled off the main road and arrived minutes later. Frank didn’t have neighbors for miles, but they still chose to be careful, backing into the garage and only bringing Kristi out when the door fully lowered. Evan led Kristi around by her rope, and Frank couldn’t help himself but to kick Kristi in the butt.

“Disgusting! She got her shitty ass on my boot! Take her to the shower,” Frank complained. Evan led her into the bathroom, then Frank shoved her, turning on the water at a scalding temperature. She shrieked in pain.

“Clean your disgusting body,” Frank ordered. The two men left and shut the door behind them.

This was Kristi’s chance to escape. She turned the water onto a cooler setting and took in her surroundings. There was a high window, above the toilet. She mustered her strength and stood up, then shakily climbed onto the toilet. Her foot slipped on the seat and fell into the toilet bowl. She winced to see if her captors heard the splash, then continued up, determined to escape. She pried the window open, and without even looking, fell to the distant, hot, and sandy ground below. Frank and Evan, having predicted an escape attempt, were waiting for her. Before she could recover from the impact, Frank grabbed her by her rope and dragged her through the hot sand, then tossed her in his cellar and slammed the doors. Kristi was theirs.