Gently she strokes me, more intimately than anyone has done before. 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 should be pleased, to be the only ten women on Aghara-Penthay neither nude nor wearing slave clothing, and yet student 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 teen 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. big 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 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 creampie luckiest one, the winner, will live to see the end of the contest without being stripped for the pleasure asian 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 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. She fought against the chains, tears flowing down her face. Sunday was a hot, sunny day and fishing went well. Lisa didn't know what had come over her at the time. I rubbed his cock across my cum covered boob, with my face next to Nick’s cock. For the moment. “Good, Good, Mmmmm, that big feels good. Mistress- Also since Eric and I don’t have sex I did allow him to be with other’s and at least once a week he gets to go be other men although with you here he will be fucking you so he has no need to be with other women but I am going to let him be with other men but teen this time it will be different asian I will be choosing the men because he will be training the male subs at The House he looks up and smiles and he says I won’t be needing to go to the bar and I say no you won’t and maybe one day he may have a male sub. I built up speed and slammed even harder into my mother slapping around her gigantic knockers. This happened more and more, as I began to move up and down his shaft, and soon his head was pushing against my dress, wetting the fabric as it begged to bury itself inside of me. I looked at his markings, pretending to still be asleep. “Bear with me because I don’t have the greatest voice in the world, but if you know this song please feel free to sing along with me. Here goes nothing.” He spread my asshole open and sprayed some lube inside and lubed his dick. " "HARDER!!! creampie All but Ox were fixated on Bloodhound now, a feeling he was less than thrilled with. She collapsed to the floor in front of me, her hands and head on my lap. Brandon leaned forward, his body pressing to mine, and he connected a kiss over my shoulder with the woman I student loved. Elia dipped her head in slowly, knowing at least she could get a tongue coating in the stuff and be done with this whole ordeal. He asked while taking another sip of his drink. “All over my face,” the queen said. The orgy goes on until the wee hours of the morning. “We thought we could impress you by using the computer and you would give us cake.” I’d be a legend.” This could be a good year after all. He murmured things like do you miss me and how much he misses her in which she reply, “I thought you have Eva?” referring to his current GF. Daddy's cum leaked out of my butt-hole and dribbled down to my juicy pussy. My next orgasm had been building and it arrived just as Dan started squirting his load. I replied "what about my boy pussy Gary?