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I unscrew the lid of the food container first. As expected it contains an unpleasant broth. This is slave gruel – the staple food of women on Aghara-Penthay. When I was first taken captive I would vomit back every mouthful, but hunger and desperation drove me to persist and I’ve grown used to eating it over the time I’ve been here. Everything a female needs nutritionally to survive is in here. Vitamins, carbs, proteins, and so on. There’s a mint flavor additive so our breath smells pleasing after we’ve consumed it. But to remind us of our perpetual inferiority they lace it with other things – often human excrement and more sperm. Men don’t kiss slaves on Aghara-Penthay – partly because we women apparently don’t deserve such a gesture of tenderness, but also because they don’t want anything transferred from our lips to theirs. For the regular slave population it is rumored that slave broth often contains other ingredients – drugs to make women compliant and docile; aphrodisiacs; drugs that mean our tongues deliver a tingling sensation when women perform oral sex; and occasionally things to make women high, or hallucinate terrible visions. It would not make for an entertaining Rape Run if I could not perform at my best, however. This broth won’t be spiked. I gulp back the mulch in several swallows, trying not to think about what I’m ingesting. I follow the same approach with the viscous, salty, sperm-laden water, and although the thought of drinking cum makes me retch, this time I do not vomit. Wiping the last of the sticky liquid from my lips, and with my most urgent bodily needs met, I become aware of the secondary demands – a tingling arousal between my legs. Damn – I should have sated my desire last night. I slip a hand into the front waistband of my tight shorts, and worm my way down until my fingertips down to the intimacies of my core. Oh, touching my clitoris feels good, and my nether lips are as Latina I’d expected – wet and receptive. My body yearns for the relief of full penetration, even though it’s abhorrent to my mind. I consider masturbating right now, but temporarily gratification might cost me my freedom. I don’t have the time to spare, and must face a day spent while turned-on. Preparing to leave, I creep around the upper floor of the structure, risking peering in each direction from latin the window spaces. When I look out in the direction over my building’s front entrance, I see something. Immediately my spirits sink. A few hundred yards in a single story building I can see light shining from the window. It’s an electric light, which means it’s impossible it was made by another Runner. 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But I remember at the back of the building there are no ground floor windows. That is where a sloppy overconfident group wouldn’t post scouts, and I have my best chance of escape. Dawn is perhaps ten minutes away. I hurry to the back of the building, and swing my leg over the window sill, straddling the concrete. The drop of several booty yards is heart-stopping, but I’ve received combat training and I roll out of the fall. This was the team tradition. “The first game will be sixteen tables of four. You’ll look just the same as Tanya here.” She slammed down my shaft, engulfing every inch of my dick. Brie brightened up, but dared not say anything for fear of changing her mother’s mind. I know you don’t swear much, but in bed, you can say those words…. “ oh, daddy, I've had enough, I'm tired now. We’re having fun. Though not a breath of wind stirred, a flake or two of snow eddied. I was told The joint was already jumping with the Friday booty after-work crowd. 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