Petite cutie Amai Liu gets a bonking session

As the “most like to see raped” Runner, coverage of me will be broadcast for much of the time. Well, if they’re watching, I’ll show them. I wave my hand, dismissing Wagner with contempt. He probably can’t see me though. “The Hunters are not the only threat to females on the plain,” he continues, unruffled. “If your life is in danger from the indigenous wildlife or any other risk, shout ‘flare’ and a distress flare will give away your location so the nearest Hunter can show you… mercy.” (Wagner gives a snickering laugh) “Owing to the danger of some of the nocturnal petite creatures, the tits Rape Run will pause in the evening as soon as there are no more direct sun rays shining into the bowl. The Zone is on Aghara-Penthay’s equator and we have equal twelve hour days and nights. The Rape Run will resume in the morning as soon as the first rays break over the rim. Hunters will not move in the dark, so the Runners may shelter. Runners may move if they choose, but at their own risk.” “The only other time the Rape Run will pause is in the event of a sandstorm. Sirens will signal a pause in the event. Hunters and cunts must take cover immediately. A second siren signals resumption of the entertainment.” “The rim of the crater marks the boundary Brunette of the playing area. Any females who cross outside the rim or attempts to leave The Zone will be immediately disqualified and their location provided to all Hunters for punishment.” “That is all. Cunts, I wish you bad luck. Run!” I feel a release of tension as his image and the sound vanish in an instant. Good. Fuck you, Wagner. After all the waiting, my destiny is in my hands now. I am no longer a captive. Granted I cannot leave this bowl, but I am not restrained, and not in the immediate power of men. I peer out into the small boiling haze. Far in the distance through the rippling heat, I see stick-like dark figures crossing the plain, raising a plume of dust. Hunters, already. It has begun. They are not coming towards me, but that does not matter. The sight of them is an ominous signal that this is really happening. I must move. I’m a participant in the Rape Run. This is the real deal. There is nothing left between me and the Slavers hunting me – no processing that needs to be completed, no ordeal of interview. I have no protection except a pair of non-existent hot-pants, a tight top and my wits. If they catch me – I will be raped while the galaxy watches. But if I’m the one woman from ten who is last caught – I will be permitted shaved to walk free, my implant inactive, and with no-worse scarring than the traumatic memories and the lifelong mark on my face. Having it pushing down the leg ruins the illusion” and I fucking realized this thing was mostly see through. I want some of that fun.” Freya asked. I would always wait for Vicky. They all wished they had two petite girlfriends like me. They Brunette probably all wondered how a nerd like me could have pulled two beauties like them. So you knew you were gay!" The monster cock head was shaped like an arrow head, it came to a point at the beginning and it spread out evenly until it was probably 5" in diameter at the end of the head and it was probably 4" in length and was clearly designed for penetration. Phil, why don’t you put the options up on the screens!” “I have heard that too many times in the Christian religion; just believe.” I didn’t need to say anything because she said, “That’s no, sir, if you want to tits keep on breathing. And since his piss-hole slit was situated towards the topside of his dick-head (just like mine was), I knew that when he started ejaculating, he would be squirting his sperm directly down into my throat. Vicky said "Would you care to prove it?" Her loud voice woke Stacy woke from her nap, and she let out a groggy sounding “Huuuh?” Cum in me Daddy! somewhat embarrassed that her skirt might be open enough for me to look down at her pussy. The man speaking was the one she had spoken to on the telephone, the host, the one who called himself ‘Richard’. This had worked very well in my favor for this particular project. His father stood with four of his guards. What would I say?” “Hi, a man who filmed me having an orgasm in the middle of 95 wants to talk to me?” There was nothing she could do. Aunt Bella continued pleasuring Mom's nipples while she reached for another, more massive vibrator. I gripped her sides, my hands brushing the bottom hem of her halter top. “Thirty seconds, Madam President,” the male producer, whose name I was blanking on, said. “Miriam, where are you going?” She shivered and pressed more tightly against me. The next few miles were spent quietly with my stroking and teasing her, fingering her every now and then and then diddling her clit. They all took turns showering, yes, some of them together, then got dressed, and then decompressed by the pool. Marty and some small of the young boys in the complex took an interest in William as he began to grow shaved and introduced him to the many mysteries of playing ‘boss’ basketball. Now, he'd put the whole thing in jeopardy. This story carries on from that.