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As forecast by the doctor, the neatly trimmed hair protecting my pudenda fell out within hours, leaving my sex as bare as a pre-pubescent girl’s. It feels more exposed now I’m bald down there - the greater nakedness of my pussy further boosting the enhanced sensitivity that I’m sure results from the injections. I was captured for the Rape Run while still a virgin, and as I admitted during processing - I have not previously taken much interest or pleasure from my own body, being too busy with the task of protecting the rights and freedoms of women across the galaxy. But I am not uneducated or ignorant about human sexuality or the possible responses of my body. Thus, I am now dreadfully certain of the function of the painful injections to my labia and clitoris. Something has been done to me. Something whose purpose is to constantly stimulate the sensitive nerves in my sex organs. Something whose purpose is to humiliate me by sexually arousing me, against my will. The morning after my processing I awoke on my sleeping mat from a vividly erotic dream to find myself wet between my legs and with my nipples stiff. I tried to ignore the warm, gentle stimulation through the slow hours of my day, but the teasing just grew worse and worse. By the time night approached it was almost impossible to keep my hands from myself, but I vowed not to let the ignited fire conquer me. The audience will no-doubt know about my treatment. My condition is probably a joke across the whole galaxy – look at the famously frigid Melena de Santo pretending she doesn’t need to touch herself. Look, she’s getting so desperate that she can barely hide it from the other women in her cell. Today the final female was taken for processing – Elionara being removed from the cell and returned marked and subdued. We all know what the last step in our preparation means. We are all ready. The run might even begin blow job tomorrow. With ten confined women left with nothing to do but wait for the artificial lights to suddenly extinguish, telling us it is evening in the desert, tension reaches unbearable levels. I, for one, am desperate to flee what awaits in the coming days, but there’s nowhere to run beyond oriental the few yards up to the blast door. Gods help us, even the warm-up is going to be horrific. The public spectacle of the Rape Run always begins in the same way. First the women are paraded to Wagner’s sadistic kick-off show. Dressed in the years Rape Runner costume they endure a humiliatingly frank interview in front of an auditorium of Slaver men, which is broadcast to the whole galaxy. For a brief time during that conversation the Runner’s implants are more fully activated, so they must answer every question posed, no matter how intimate. After the interview there is no respite. The women are taken to their departure points ready for the main event, and as soon as number ten has finished on stage and been delivered to The Zone, the Rape Run starts for real. The Hunters will seek us out, and if they catch me I will receive no mercy. I don’t want to dwell on the Hunters, but with so much idle time I can’t help thinking again and again about each one, and what will happen if I end up in his power. japanese Lotho-etsarra, known as the libido, the most handsome of the Hunters, if any such vile man could be considered in terms of attractiveness. He has dark hair and a chiseled face, giving him the appearance of a swashbuckling hero from movies of the ancients. He will be less cruel to me hard fuck than the others if he catches me - simply raping me and not inflicting any other abuse. Cronorgan, the Master. He is a fat man in his forties, bordering on obese, and his head is completely shaven. His bald skull makes his face seem cherub-like, but there’s nothing else angelic about Cronorgan. If he catches me, he’ll want me restrained while he violates me. Groupsex Some stress position in my bonds will exhaust me, and force me to co-operate in my own subjugation. Jackran-ad-aktar, the Alien. The slight blue tint to his skin is not the most notable sign that this is not a human male. He looks simply gigantic in every dimension compared to the women he rapes, and he dwarfs the other Hunters. His manhood is in proportion to the rest of his body, if I fall victim to him then I’m in serious danger of him splitting me apart. Worst of all to me - Salarin, the Sadist, an ageing man, with short cropped white hair and a clean shaven face with a hooked nose. It’s hard to tell when viewing a screen but I would estimate him to be in his sixties in galactic standard years. He’s strong and muscular for his age though, and his physique is lean. Formed metal stays in the front and back of the corset held the upper torso in a very sexy posture. She wondered where this all would lead. You ah, better not waste a drop…” She said, voice a little ragged as she focused on keeping her phone steady, recording every delicious detail as he went down on her and, to her delight, prepared to swallow her cum. “Fair enough; how’s next Tuesday for you? Mel slid off Shari, japanese his long stiff prick popping out of her cunt. "If you are." “What time is it?” I asked her. “Knowing her, there probably wasn’t any lube. “Good….. No Queen ever wanted to go free!” She remembered the first time she had sex, thinking her boyfriend at oriental the time had a huge penis, but it was actually average sized, Groupsex around six and a half inches and of normal thickness. I DIDN’T TRUST THEM OKAY !”, he exclaimed with exasperation. “They were all eager for it, all wanting to be bred by you because us men haven't shown them our true prowess.” He shook his head in disgust. But ... Deb was now trapped on the bars under the horse, her feet pulled forward and her breasts pull backward. I seriously doubt that Star had any idea of how her touch was affecting me. Her mother, on the other hand, knew damn well what was happening as she proceeded to “help” her daughter by circling my erection with her thumb and fingers and stroking me with enthusiasm. blow job I assumed that there would be some girls there but I didn’t know if they’d be naked or not. It sprang back out, flicking a drop of precum that splashed onto my belly. “David, what is it that you make both of us so horny. When her will was read, she named my father: you.” Can you give me your arm?” As I felt with one hand the rapid throbbing of his perineum behind his balls, I swallowed and sucked and licked until his organ throbbed its last throws of his exhausted orgasm. Not only was the content of her statement unbelievable, but the fact that she’d dropped the F-bomb was jarring. When Monday finally arrived, Tim was up at 4am shining his shoes again, polishing his hard fuck belt, shining his badge, even cleaning his Glock service pistol. Is there anything you’d like to see me wear?” Half confused half angry. “Dale, can we start over? “Suck bitch.