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Tasha Castelaine, the galaxy’s most famous businesswoman, is being fucked by Cronorgan, the Slaver known as The Master. She is lying on her back on a mattress, seeming unrestrained except for a heavy steel collar around her neck fixed to the bedframe by a chain. There must be electronics of some form in there – a green light on the shining metal is illuminated. Tasha appears to be entirely compliant, looking up at her captor with what seems to be genuine desire. “Tasha Castelaine,” booms the genial voice of Wagner, providing commentary of the footage as he always does. “What does the galaxy’s proudest businesswoman want to tell this meeting?” They have edited the footage cruelly, for she replies, “Fuck me master – please let me suck it and then fuck me, Master,” begging to Cronorgan, in complete submission. I soon understand the oral reason for her surrender, for the voice of Wagner provides a light toned explanation of the vile act. “Tasha’s choking collar detects her muscles tensing in asian resistance and cuts off her air supply,” he says. “Because like all slaves her implant prevents her ending her own life, the moment the collar activates she’ll involuntarily go limp. She is literally unable to resist her rapist.” “It doesn’t take a woman long to accept her slavery when she’s given the right persuasion. Then again, we all know that deep down, that’s what every cunt really wants.” The display shows me a close up of Tasha’s face, seeming to be screwed up in an extreme state of japan sexual arousal, and then the image and the sound disappear as suddenly as they began. Emotion makes me grow weak, and my knees almost give way. The first of us has been caught. Poor Tasha is now a slave, probably restrained in one of the Hunter’s camps. She’ll be wishing she was dead right now. They say the first couple of days are the worst when a woman is captured in the Rape Run. After the initial claiming of her by her captor, it is traditional to had her around like a party favor and she is subject to gang rape by other Hunters, anyone in the Hunter’s support teams who wishes to try the girl, and finally sponsors who paid for the use of the slave before she goes to sale. A study conducted by the Republic’s anti-slavery group estimated that in the first week after a woman loses in the Rape Run, she will be raped by fifty to one hundred different men – some of those using her more than once until she’s likely to have been raped up to three hundred times. With Tasha’s capture, my odds of escaping this horror and becoming the winner have increased, but I cannot feel pleased about it. I want to weep in sympathy for the poor woman’s fate. It was so nearly mine. I would have been the first loser in the Rape Run if I hadn’t been quick enough there at the pit. 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