Evelyn Lin

All that matters to you is pleasing men.” “The most beautiful of you are lucky. Shortly I will inspect you and choose the most desirable female of all to be my personal slave. The guards will chose the next ten to remain in their private brothel. The remaining women, those whom we consider less attractive, will serve five thousand of the Republic’s most depraved sex criminals, beginning your work this very night as you fight for our entertainment over the rape pit. Are there any questions?” Of course no one says a word. Sour’s words chill them like they do me. Gods help them, some of these poor women are already shaking with fear. But the smartest ones – the survivors, have understood the score, and realized that whatever the “rape pit” is it can’t be good. With the high chance of sexual violence from the inmates their best chance of a bearable life is to be one of the chosen eleven. I see girls pinching their cheeks to create a healthier glow; some adjust their breasts to make them more prominent in the simple vests, and a few even pull at their nipples so they stand prouder for masculine attention. Sour steps down from the podium and begins moving up and down the lines of Gaianesians. Sometimes he lingers with one female, touching her breast or stroking a cheek. Words are whispered. Service reality to only one man should be the best option of all, and yet when the Governor closes in, women shrink away from him, like a wave recoiling on a beach. Many of the women are exceptional beauties, but perhaps Sour is dissatisfied, for at the end of the rows I distinctly notice him frown, look the group over, and then resume his selection. He peruses the lines several times, revisiting several girls before making a choice. “This one,” he says loud enough for us all to hear, indicating a long limbed girl. She’s young, and has small breasts and a face with large eyes that make her look underage, but if his taste is actually for the Lolitas he’s mistaken, for Brunette I know this creature. She was a junior medical officer and is older than she appears. “Please! No Master! Let me go!” pleads the woman, shaking her head and looking round helplessly for aid that isn’t going to come. Unlike some of Hardcore the Gaianesian prisoners her markings are fully purple. She must have been used frequently back on Aghara-Penthay. “Have her chained in my bedchamber,” the governor commands one of his guards, who grins at the prospect of manhandling the girl. “But only fix that chain to one of her ankles. Leave the rest of her limbs free. I like giving them a pornstar bit of room to fight. And something to begin taming her – a whip, or a goad maybe?” “Sir…” his man acknowledges without judgement or disapproval in his face. “Please, no! Not me!” the young woman is desperately appealing to the crowd, but all the guard has to do is order, “Follow me, cunt,” and her legs begin propelling her towards her inevitable rape. Members of the prison guards chose their ten next, taking even longer over moving up and down the lines and pulling women from the formation. I do not entirely understand their selections. While there is a preference for the younger women with pretty faces and more feminine curves, some Big Boobs of those I consider most attractive are left behind. Hoola is one of those rejected to remain in the lines. Her eyes are wide and her body is rigid with fear as she contemplates what this failure means. While the remainders look at each other uncertainly, Governor Sour makes his way towards our group. With a hard look on his face he stands right in front of my Master Klink. They’re almost the same height. Rita’s other hand toyed with Becky’s pussy lips, squeezing them together against the strip of cloth. "Of course," Big Boobs Julie smiled, "I will get you ready and also will be on hand to make sure he doesn't knot, I don't think you are ready for that yet." I lean down and press my lips against her forehead and leave a Brunette trail of kisses down to her neck. I didn't care that I was naked, I was in pain and wasn't ready to put shorts on my tender cock. Hartwell nodded about to speak when Lucie Hartwell interjected. “Hi Master!” she said with a yawn. We each head off separate ways, knowing we will never see each other again. What have we started. The table all laughed. “I’d think about reality your nipples, and try and imagine what they looked like without a shirt.” As Prema pornstar also grabbed her tit with both hands and started sucking hungrily, Hardcore Sujata sighed contentedly.