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I’m lying back on my long red hair, which spreads out on the mattress underneath me in a blood colored fan. My full breasts, without the assistance of gravity to hang in their pert shape, spill to the sides across my chest. They did not offer me any more healing ointments before leaving me here, so the red welts from my whipping, which crisscross all over my front and sting on my buttocks and tits the backs of my thighs, throb with pain. There was no need for them to restrain me really – I have abandoned hope and will spread my legs if that’s big what they order. I do not wish to be needlessly tortured for a lost cause, so if I am commanded to surrender myself, I will do so. I have accepted that I am not strong enough or brave enough to prevent these men from raping me over and over, and the easiest path for me comes through submission. It seems like so many lifetimes ago that I was a woman with vitality and spirit, that I can barely believe they only captured me this afternoon. This morning I was a virgin with my life before me, I was pushed into the carnivorous flower by Ja-Alixxe early in the afternoon, and now, after sunset, I already don’t know how many men have had sex with me. I have lost count. Vaginally raped – I think it goes into the fifties. Anally – perhaps the thirties. The two men who brought me in here added two to the tally of my sexual partners. I was groped intimately during their handling of me, and once I was chained down to the cot they prepared me for a new form of abuse by forcing something between my teeth, a large ring strapped there not to mute me, but keep my jaw open. Then they raped me, in my mouth this time, male hairy thighs either side of my face and cocks shoved so deep into my throat I retched and feared I’d choke to death. I can still taste my rapists’ foul sperm, semen dumped fresh from the source instead of consumed later via the hydration canister. But I’ve endured worse. It’s over now. The ring gag they took with them, so I’m able to speak and there’s no reminder other than a disgusting taste in my mouth. What those two men did to me will probably not be as bad as whatever comes in here next, be it Hunter or sponsor. So as I lie here handcuffed and roped to this mattress, facing more fucking by whoever enters next, once again I’m struggling to avoid losing my mind to fear. When a Rape Runner is caught by a Hunter, she belongs to the one who makes the initial capture, and he has first use of her and also dictates her final disposal. Thus, I am by their law Salarin’s sex slave. Despite his saying he was finished with me – apparently because I’m too cowardly under torture to be of interest, my disposal is still his privilege. Protocol amongst the Hunters is that once the initial captor has claimed the honor of violating his prize, the other faction leaders may asian have turns with her. At Hardcore the end she is sold on, or kept as her captor’s personal servant, depending on his wishes. Cronorgan has used me already. Before they start whoring me to my sponsors, I might still be passed to Lotho-etsarra, the one known as The Libido because of the way he can go for hours and is only interested in screwing as many females as he can. Or anal it might be Jackran-ad-aktar, the one called The Alien with his gigantic spear of a penis. It is the Alien whom I currently dread penetrating me more than any other living being, so I wait in a state of terrible fear knowing how completely defenseless is my delicate pussy. But my feelings are worth nothing. This is good. “Uh oh,” my sister said giggling. I had her suck my prick clean of her daughters juices and my cum. Up her silky robe I went and, by the moment the chill of my skin met the hotness anal of her entrance, she gasped loudly and her eyes filled with knowledge "Cold Death..." my index finger slid between her petals, she was wet, inviting… "You are Cold Death..." then she closed her eyes. The tits pair collided where the marine had been laying moments before, their hands asian Hardcore locking together as it became a contest of strength, each vying for an opportunity to unbalance or overpower the other. “Which I guess keeps the guys happy. Then she took one of his testicles in her mouth and sucked on it. “Oh wow dad I have had the hots for mum for ever.” Arron said taking my cock gingerly into his hand. "Hey." it read . He licked at the underside of my tip like he was angry at his ice cream, his blue eyes locking into mine like he was snake-charming me. Then he stuffed it deep into his throat. "Are you okay, baby?" It can't be good for your hair with that dye.” I learned to turn my head at the end so as not to give myself a facial like the first night. Later that night, while Kyle and Bella lay in bed, holding each other, she went over all the events of the day for him. I was all wet from teasing everyone. We’d been given a huge amount of food, but we finished all of it. Her hips started moving and she was ramming me down her throat. Soon, her moaning became this panicked breathing, and I could tell she was close. She came to associate pain and degradation with sexual pleasure. She gasped as he sucked and bit her hard, big tender nipple.