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The fire inside my loins that I thought would be sated by the orgasm, is already beginning to build again. Heaven help me if a man has me in his power, and discovers that this secret part of my nature is within. Before I can sink into imagining those horrors I think of my companion. Just think about the girl. “Once more,” I plead humbly, and for a while we escape Aghara-Penthay to lose ourselves in each other. 10 - Line All ten of us are ready, the Rape Runners, class of galactic-standard-year 4451. We blowjob should be pleased, to be the only ten women on Aghara-Penthay neither nude japanese nor wearing slave clothing, and yet as I await display, I almost wish I was one of the many other females who pass naked through the training system. Those women don’t have the one-in-ten chance of escape, but they do get to be ignored among the thousands of anonymous slaves. At least they don’t have to be seen in degrading dress by the entire galaxy. In early years of the Rape Run, the women were let loose nude, but it was soon found to make a more enjoyable show if Runners began the contest dressed. This clothing is not provided as a kindness, however. We are given garments not to give us dignity, but to make the moment of our defeat more entertaining, and make our fall into slavery an even greater one. Many viewers enjoy seeing coverage when a helpless girl is being gradually stripped more than they enjoy the actual moment of her rape, especially when it happens to the women from conservative cultures who hate to reveal themselves. I’ve seen the clothing of enough others torn away asian over the years, before turning away in revulsion. Unless I’m the lone survivor, my turn lies ahead. For now, ten of us stand nervously waiting in line, dressed in the clothes that for nine of us will be the last garments we wear as free women – “cunts” in Slaver slang. Only the luckiest one, the winner, will live to see the end of the contest without being stripped for the pleasure of the viewing galaxy. Runner costumes vary year on year. One year it was modest jumpsuits much like my Republic uniform. One year it was tight catsuits. One year they Ran in a different slave costume – a revealing bikini top and narrow strips of cloth which hung down between the legs. This year tit fuck they have covered our nudity, but chosen something that in all other respects couldn’t show our figures more completely. The navy-blue shorts I’m squeezed into are the tightest I have ever worn, and they’re cut so high that it feels like round the back my buttocks escape from their lower hem. I’m wearing hot-pants, degrading hot-pants made from some kind of elasticated material. They’ve dressed me in clothes for a hooker or cheap waitress, not something for a Colonel. The fabric clings so closely to my pelvis I’m sure that between my legs, even the rounded curves of the lips of my sex would be revealed, were it not for the worrying contraption cupping my groin. My top is made from the same obscenely-tight navy fabric. It covers my shoulders, which will be helpful in the desert sun, but it is scooped low at the neckline, emphasizing the generous cleavage that has drawn so many stares since I reached womanhood. Internal support has been added - a firmer section inside lifts the breasts as would a bra, no doubt to flaunt my cleavage more prominently. Oh well - at least partly disguises the shape of my nipples, which seem to have remained permanently erect since my processing. The designers of our tops didn’t see the need to cover the section of flesh around the waist, so the garment unfortunately terminates just below my breasts. My firm belly and lower back will be bared to the universe for the duration of the Rape Run, along with my legs, my arms and a suckingdick lot more of my ass than I want to show. We will all run in soft, slipper-like shoes. The soles are reasonably solid, but they will be insufficient in places where the arid ground on the planet’s surface gets very rocky. The Hunters in their heavy combat boots will find movement easier than we do. Our clothes are chosen to emphasize our beauty, not for desert practicality. We have no choice about any of it. The Hunters want us in crop-tops and hot-pants, so that’s what Melena has to wear. Waiting in line I shift position, and it feels like my shorts ride even higher up into my backside. I wish I could pull down the hems, but we haven’t got to the worst of my outfit yet - the yoke across my shoulders trapping my hands. Luke pulled me to him and gave me a long passionate kiss which I responded to. “Thank you,” I replied. 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