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Alexa Goshenk, the pirate, with the competition seemingly rigged to make sure she’s that one. Ithya, my own poor White Queen unknowing that a deal has been struck to doom her. And then who is the last? Ah yes, Venda Varansilio, the bimbo star of that stupid reality show, where her and her dumb family do nothing more than party and wear expensive clothes. “VeeVee” she’s known to her fans. I’m surprised she’s still in the game, but then there is an element of luck in the Rape Run. If I didn’t guess how much the audience must be enjoying Alexa’s impudence, I’d be expecting the pirate to come across an unlucky “accident” - ending up in a fatal trap or devoured by one of The Zone’s voracious night predators. But she was right that the galaxy will want to see rapes, not more women dispatched by other means. As the day draws on Alexa remains at liberty. The sun is getting low in the sky and it will soon dip below the horizon, signaling the end of the day’s Run and the safe time for the Runners. I happen to be out in the open, moving between the huts carrying crates of liquor, and that’s why I see it – an incandescent white flare meandering lazily back to the ground. I gasp. A flare means a Runner in distress – something so terrible it overrides their fear of rape, and the survival imperative of their implant japanese orders them to summon male help. The flare is descending near the ruined super-cruiser, where Alexa was headed in the darkness. But is it Alexa who called for it, or did she find someone else there? VeeVee, or White Queen? Please, if there’s any justice in the universe let it be Alexa in trouble, and let White Big Boobs Queen send a message of female empowerment by winning the Run. I see multiple plumes of dust. The Hunters will be converging as they race to the source of the flare. Whoever gets their first will claim the girl as their prize. No doubt the contest is exciting viewing for the galactic audience. Let it be Alexa, I continue to pray. I’m degraded and ruined, but White Queen can still be a symbol that there is truth to female superiority. Ten minutes, half an hour, what can be happening out here? The sound of Salarin’s speeder reaches me only seconds before the vehicle amateur follows it, roaring into camp so fast the jets spray me with grit. Salarin and Klink are riding it, laughing to each other. I hurry over to serve them and note they have no captive. “Who did they catch?” I can’t help asking. “Come and see,” Klink says, and I try to interpret his delighted manner. Alexa, or not Alexa. “Climb up with me.” I risk a second question. “Where are we going, Masters?” Klink seems pleased to tell me. “Cronorgan’s camp.” 35 - Eight When teen Cronorgan found the pride of Gaianesia out in The Zone, she had already been hogtied by an unknown assailant, her wrists lashed to asian ankles behind her, and left as immobile as an animal waiting for slaughter. Whoever overpowered her, as a final indignity once Ithya was bound and helpless her attacker needlessly went for her clothing, leaving White Queen with her breasts bared and her sex displayed. Alexa. Blood sheeted down her body japanese but did little to slow her down. When Jana giggled, I looked around to her and said, “I used to hold it for your father all the time. “Do it, Do it!” they chanted. He cupped the bare breasts and very lightly and gently caressed them and the nipples. How could he make her fall over the edge of desire…? Incest After I finish paying I walk out to the parking lot and run into Fred Morris of all people. It was fun watching her tits bouncing around, as always, but it was tinged with uncertainty this time. Do i think she will fuck him today? He snapped his head skyward and let out a prolonged howl of doggy lust that echoed through the halls of the large sorority house. “I’d hope so… I asian mean teen it does say on the website that amateur we’re a school that is Big Boobs very welcoming..” I frowned, wondering what Daddy was up to. “They’re inside with Elise,” he replied without pulling away from the group hug with Lorraine. It was Friday night, the night before Evan was going to defy his father and make his dream come true. “I’ll show him.” I thought to myself.