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My face is well known across the Republic, and I’m grimly certain there will have been even more publicity since my capture. Will the general watch me suffer? Or Jasmine? Or Mansom? Edited footage of me will have been broadcast since my capture – the preamble and anticipation of the Rape Run are as important to the audience as the event itself. The viewers won’t have seen shots of me naked or indulging in sexual activity, as the first time the crowd get to see me nude will be saved until I’m stripped. My adult-rated footage blowjob has been recorded and kept for the highlights shows after the Run, and for the lucrative merchandising that accompanies the event. So the audience will be familiar with me already, but today will be the first time the Whole Galaxy sees Melena de Santo reacting live to questions. Today they’ll see that the Republic was not strong. Their poster girl can be humiliated and displayed as a Slaver captive. Seeking a distraction from the futile anticipation I’m feeling at this suckingdick prospect, I look down at myself. The dim light in the antechamber where we ten women wait under close guard, makes the illumination on each of us more noticeable, a row of waist-high weaving fireflies, so my eyes are drawn to my own cup. I can see confusion in the faces of my fellow Runners. None of them understand the purpose of these devices either. I wish I could ask Leesha, but being interviewed second, she’s not near me in the line. Ja-alixxe meets my eyes once. I must concede she looks utterly stunning in her tight top and shorts, even with demeaning yoke lifting her hands away from her torso, her knees apart and the red glow from her sex. I can appreciate a female body even if I do not desire my own gender. Swinging my yoked arms out of my view I look along the line. Many of the other women around me are in my opinion, more attractive than I am. I remember that some runners are chosen for beauty, and some because their participation makes a political or psychological point about the rights of women. Thus Aireela the Amazon, Elionara the dance, Jasmeena from the deserts, Cara the model, Leesha, Ja-Alixxe the bounty huntress and Oorla the actress are selected mainly cumshot based on their desirability, and indeed they do look exquisite. The political prisoners – Palonae, Tasha, and myself wouldn’t be here were we not also notable beauties, but if we’re lucky our appearance as part of the display will be forgettable compared to the others. The princess Palonae, who has been selected at random to be displayed and interviewed first, is twisting and turning her arms, trying to contrive to bring her hands in and reach the scarves knotted to the neckpiece of her yoke. She fails completely. Those delicate silken gagged scarves, an addition to a Runner’s parade outfit give the only other flash of color to her dark blue outfit apart from her glowing red crotch. The scarves are the only variation in our uniform. Two of these are around my throat - face fucked we all wear at least one. I would give almost anything to be able to tear mine away, but they were secured when my wrists were already yoked. The scarves are an annual traditional of the parade, and unlike the chastity belt like glowing cup, they are symbols the whole galaxy well recognizes. Like blowjob so many times before I know that I can now say or do anything to this poor creature. Seth quickly shot some pictures with his phone. She began the ‘play’ and settled back on her bed to watch. Once settled the first movie began. As she thought of his other suckingdick slaves she suddenly remembered Stephanie. She blinked some, and then smiled at him. She wanted cumshot him in there, the whole way! We did start to speak more friendly to each other gagged when I visited Starbucks but we never did spend time with each other again. But, I need some lube. “Well, I am tired, but...” My futa-dick throbbed, pressing against my own dressing gown. Like his sister he was dressed for a day in the sun sandals, a Hawaiian shirt, denim shorts, and hat near by. My interaction came through the medium of other ideas; the idea of water, the idea of sun, and the idea of wind. She was still panting when she felt Hobbit begin to thrust again, only this time he seemed face fucked intent on climbing up her ass. “Thanks Fern, I’ll go and change.” “I bet you didn't get a good enough look when you burst in on me spanking it.” “Um, would it be the beautiful Donna?” I said jokingly. I shuddered. My sexy sister-bitch. “That was so strange and hot at the same time, goddamnit Priya you are the sexy minx, not me.” Most of my time in Arbortus had been spent huddled in a canoe, staying silent lest colony scouts hear us. “Good.” He sighed with that sexy grin of his.