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She’s physically and mentally spanking uninhibited, choosing to spend most of her time naked and only pulling on a wrap when the guards enter the room. “We’re all women,” she says, “and it’s better to be nude than be dressed as a slave. You might be naked at home, but you only dress like this because you were forced.” I don’t agree. I keep my wrap close about me except for in the moments when I have to wash, and have to void myself. When I awoke after my first night in the cell, Palonae warned me women are not permitted to let ourselves become dirty. We will be punished with the goad unless we shower thoroughly at least once per day. I feel self-conscious at the cleaning times when I’m obliged to undress, even though there are only other women present. In the days of buildup before the Rape Run begins, we are sizing up potential allies and rivals, and not only based on physical prowess. With a handicap system applied in the Rape Run to make things harder for the Runners whom the audience blowjob really wants to see defeated, it doesn’t pay to be friends with the most desirable. So while I wash I want to turn to the wall and conceal my beauty, hiding my pert, full breasts as much as I can, even though I know Hardcore deep down it’s futile. The other women have been able to see me as well as I’ve seen them, and the brief wrap leaves nothing of our figures to the imagination. Voiding is another occasion for public indignity, with all of us having no choice but to squat over the drain hole. No paper is provided so pussy afterwards we’re often obliged to shower again, to avoid the smell of excrement being added to the other odors of humanity pervading our pen. It is on the day when we are only two women away from our group being complete that something unexpected happens. The majority of the thousands of captives brought annually to Aghara-Penthay are female, and the Slavers rarely interest themselves in male victims. When they do, it’s normally a case of kidnapping important figures to order, or taking of the strongest stock for fighting or breeding purposes. When a male is taken captive, sometimes it amuses them to cage him with the females, after rendering him safely sexually impotent by some means. I gather that with the male sex drive being much higher than ours, it can be a form of torture to be surrounded by desirable flesh but unable to enjoy such bounty. What’s more - outnumbered, the hapless male usually suffers the vengeance of women who suddenly have an outlet to vent their terror. I’ve been a prisoner in the cell for a week on the day when the door flies open without warning, and a man is pushed into our pen. It’s immediately obvious he is a slave, for he is naked, naked amongst women, stripped to show us his status is being even lower than ours. When the door reveals him, he has his hands behind his back as if to protect his rear, but this effort is insufficient defense. I see the spark as one of the hated goads, held by someone outside the door, touches his bare buttock. He leaps in with a shriek, and turns in time to see the door drop closed behind him. I am so used to being dressed in the simple slave shift by this point that I’ve forgotten to be ashamed, but with Jasmeena comfortable only in the heavy, conservative dress of her planet she shrieks, collapsing into a crouch and drawing up her knees to hide her body. I too then hold my arms protectively about myself, trying to conceal my figure. The man big straightens up, looking round at us. He still holds his hands awkwardly behind his back, as though he’s about to give a lecture. He seems familiar to me, but I can’t immediately remember where I’ve seen him. It seems like another life when I recall my past, the time before they locked me away in here. The man is young, perhaps in his thirties according to the common Republic year. He is very slightly build, slim but with a toned physique, and he’s not even as tall as I am. Over my shoulders. I pulled Timmy away and motioned for him to take off his pants while I licked pussy Cathy's pussy again. She choked back a tear. “No!” Mitzy refused as coast to coast TV Hardcore stations began to show the action in real time as the hourly news shows came on. “Thank you.” she was still crying. "Bro, she beat the shit outta me but I know why, wasn't about what I did, was about you, she sees me as competition for you." It drooled out of her and on to Ivy’s tits. Any second now the bell would ring to signal the start of class. “Bring me back the receipts.” As the films went on, they became more extreme, and more violent. “And what exactly did I say to seal my own fate?” She asked. “Oh god make me come.” She moaned, “Please I need it.” But where the others? But if your dirty, slutty body responds then as I big told you before you will do what I want whenever I want." Basically, he liked Bea a lot, and thought that she was a very sweet person. Mathilda, probably sending some of his discomfort, put a spanking hand on his shoulder. There was a bit of a query about how many parcels there were and I started moving them to count them, in front of the courier. “Oh sure, absolutely, just name it. I was starting to wimper as I felt the release coming close. I made changes and have taken a printout. “Ah, Becky,” King Njam said when he appeared on my screen. I don't remember what it goes to blowjob so we were just kinda playing pretend with it." He shouldn’t have been looking at his daughter the way we was, but he couldn’t help it.