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It was six Runs ago when an outsider, the seventh placed female, was the last to be caught. But before I can consider that further there’s another wave of pleasure. This time so intense I think I’m going to faint here on the stage. Another sexual sounding moan escapes me. Goddam this thing, I’ve got to stop it stimulating me. If only I could get it away from vibrating right against my clit, I might be able to keep my body under control. I twist my arms again, grunting with exertion as I try small once more to reach down to my groin with my yoked hands. But of course, I get nowhere. I wouldn’t be wearing this thing if I had a chance of saving my pride. “Please Wagner, take it off!” I doggystyle beg him. My voice sounds strained with arousal. “And disappoint the crowd, Melena?” he replies innocently. “Screw you, then!” I curse him, but my insult is robbed of its impact by another involuntary moan of pleasure. “No, it will be you getting fucked I think, Melena, unless you’re the lucky one who gets away,” he says smoothly. “Do you want to know how much the galaxy wants to see your virgin little pussy getting reamed? Do you want to know how grateful the republic is to the woman who fought to protect it?” I do, and I don’t. The first category – the odds for the betting on the survivor don’t matter too much, apart from reassuring the higher ranking females that they have a chance. But the second ranking – who do the audience most want to see raped – makes a big difference to how the run plays out. The reason is because of our trackers, and the sponsors. (Please no, I feel so horny) Back before trackers were used, the best survival tactic for a woman in the Rape Run would be to find the perfect hiding place and stay there. It made for a competition the audience found boring – no better than an adult game of hide-and-seek. So when the Slavers developed technology to let all their slaves’ implants also function as trackers, they made an amendment to the implants of women in the game. At a random time, once per day, and she doesn’t know when, the implant in each Runner anonymously broadcasts her location to the screens of the Hunters. Because the broadcast time is random and changes for each girl each day, that means Runners like me can’t just hide in one place, and we don’t know when to change location. We must move, at least a little, every tits couple of hours, and even then we might get unlucky, resting just when our location is out. Once the Slavers started using trackers, almost fifty percent of captures were women on the move. They said it put the “Run” into the Rape teen Run. We have to rest sometime, though. The competition wouldn’t be entertaining if women got too shaved exhausted to resist. So there are no location broadcasts between sunset and sunrise. One of the few rules for the Hunters is that women are not to be caught at night. And it's not with your baby, either. She also had matching thigh high stockings. Ben kept his hand there and stayed seated until Joseph was almost at the table and asked Sammi, "Ready to go?" Tears beaded small my eyes as the agony surged through me. You're a fast learner too. Emma felt as if she was going to cum but the girl was experienced and kept her just on fire . . . I led her over to the sex pillars and attached each of her wrists with the cuffs then stood back to set up my cameras. Hunter met Audrey’s confused stare with a pleading, begging expression out of the one eye. It was shocking to me as I had never seen pictures showing pubic hair. Leesha looks at me with an expression more fearful than I’ve seen on her before. Storm flight, you're cleared to engage. I shuddered as she rubbed me against her flesh. DeeDee looked at tits me gratefully. I would... gosh... I saw him looked shaved me up and down, then he started talking to me. I stopped to teen talk with him, instead of making a dash to my room. “Clint-sama, two women?” Rita then moved on to Becky’s neck and ears, her warm, wet tongue and lips eliciting moans as they moved over her smooth skin. “What kind of perverted things have you been doing in here?” a familiar voice asked. Hopefully she will do it. When we had checked our luggage in we went through customs to the departure lounge. Amy was far from a virgin but had never engaged in anything that could remotely be considered kinky. It was time for my mother to get fucked by my new friend. Elsa is no substitute for you.” doggystyle “The same kind of awakening that happened to Brie in her class, only school hadn’t yet started for me that year.