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Tits and I have been ordered to kiss either side of the shaft to maintain his arousal, but not to stimulate him past the point of climax. He is busy relaxing with a broadcast on the huge video screen, and doesn’t wish to peak until the appropriate moment. Other than the burning from resting on my buttock, I’ve had worse tasks to do. I can look straight into Tits’ infinite purple eyes, and I can brush my lips against hers - albeit while enduring the warm rod of Klink’s flesh between us. Without attracting his attention I extend my foot and brush her smooth shin, and with my gaze try to express that I love her, and understand and share her suffering, and I’d do anything I could to ease her distress. From the screen there is a groan of female arousal, and Klink blonde laughs raucously along with the reactions of an all-male crowd. Before each year’s Rape Run the Slavers big screen a launch show where the Runners endure interviews with the foul host, Wagner. It is a tradition to play some humiliating prank on each of the women. Last year the theme was woman’s inability to control her sexual response. Runners’ groins were fitted with a stimulator which forced them to orgasm in front of the audience viewing across the galaxy. This year they’ve chosen to emphasize a different weakness of women – how likely we are to betray each other - cowardice that the Slavers believe is inherent in our sex. Each of this year’s Runners is fitted with a strap-on dildo, which protrudes horizontally from between her legs. Women have the choice of conducting the interview with Wagner courageously, with their breasts exposed to the crowd, or taking the weak path. If they wish to remain clothed, they do so at the expense of a fellow female. They must talk while using that dildo to fuck a naked slave, a poor victim strapped down over a piece of furniture. So far every contestant has chosen tits raping that woman pornstar over baring themselves. Perhaps we are weak after all. The Runners don’t need to be reminded what’s at stake if they end up one of the nine losers, but the Slavers have provided a reminder anyway. The slave bound with her ass in the air is living evidence of capture - one of the previous year’s losers. Once she was royal princess Palonae Noonian Aurora Tonova. She was noble. Proud. Beautiful. Now she’s a bound slave, lent by her owner to entertain the galactic audience by being fucked by woman after woman. “Fetch me another beer,” Klink orders. I’m careful not to look up as Riyena rises from her knees and leaves the room. Klink has turned colder towards her since the audience with Salarin. Perhaps that faction leader’s criticism is the reason he’s started reminding her that she, too, is only his slave. But I think it may be the imminent prospect of mastering Alexa Goshenk, the pirate who scarred his face, which has heightened Klink’s sadistic instincts. Last night Riyena was chained to his bed while he used her brutally enough that we could hear it through the walls. Today while Tits and I service his penis, she has been made to kneel with her back to the screen, forbidden from watching. Her face is freshly bruised and her dildo breasts look tender. We’ve been careful to avoid meeting Riyena’s eyes, especially in a way that might suggest we’re gloating. We’re already sure Tits and I will suffer as the shapeshifter struggles to reassert her authority. We don’t want to provoke her further. Captain Nick called at noon on Sunday advising he had spoken pornstar to Cindy about doing a photo shoot in Melbourne for her and that he was coming down the following Saturday for some site inspections and to plan out the shoot with her, dildo he was hoping that we four might big be able to have dinner on Saturday night. "I'm tired of anatomy by braille, I wanna see what I'm doing." Still feels weird to be addressed by my new name. “Ooh, I have needed that for so long” she said and we both watched as I slid my cock out of her pussy followed by a stream of my white blonde sticky cum. They still appeared on the bus regularly and Marvin continued with the saga of Hoss and Miss Petty there. “I did the best I could,” I say apologetically. Her black pussy hair was thick and shaggy, completely covering her sex, a faint line of hair heading to her navel. Sophie the says “I'm not entirely convinced of your efforts Daniel, you'll have to do better”. He pointed behind Angela and Kim Li told the dog to sit pointing to a spot behind Angela he obeyed her command. The lounge; the kitchen. James quickly tore off his apron, kicked away his shoes, and took off his shirt. I can feel tits your ass against my cock!