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Tucking himself away in his pants Cronorgan the Master leaves me without further word, to contemplate what just happened. Between my flailing legs there is the familiar feeling of the sticky disgusting dribble of a man’s sperm, leaking onto my thighs. The rope above me unwinds and I rotate slowly, getting a panoramic view around the camp. Now my desperate need to orgasm has been sated, my ability to feel shame returns. A new low has been reached. They turned me from the proud colonel into a needy slut. And I’m sure that having been reduced to that state once, they can do it again, and next time I will succumb more easily. The Slavers will probably Webcams broadcast my disgrace. Footage of the captured Runners is shared until the end of the competition. Men will look at what just happened and see it as vindication. Melena is a natural slave. It took only a few hours to reveal her true self. I hang from the frame, limp now, seeing my pale breasts rising and falling as I continue to breathe heavily. Tears prick in my eyes. Goddam them all. Damn fate, which decreed that I had to be born a female. This galaxy is a terrible place to be a woman. Look at poor Elionara next to me, forced to participate in the Rape Run just because genes decreed she’d be beautiful. Salarin wasn’t even merciful enough to ease suffering after his victory. She’s off the wooden ridge but has been abandoned by her rapist to hang from her stretched arms, raped and then crucified. Elionara is struggling for air, her lungs stretched by the ropes until they’re almost useless. She’ll gradually suffocate if she’s left in the frame. Perhaps if she dies there in her bonds it will be a kindness. Surely a quick end is better than whatever waits next for me. 24 - Bed Nightfall finds me still just as naked, but at last removed from the wooden frame and also away from display in front of the whole camp. I’m lying in one of the crude Hardcore buildings surrounding the camp of Salarin. The place is no more than a mud hut really, containing little more than my single bed, one of the military types with a collapsible frame meant to be easily carried, and a couple of foldaway chairs. On my back on its mattress, I am left to await whoever was next given rights to enjoy the use of my body. My restraints for this new location are light but effective – with the cot where I lie raised from the floor on feet at the corners, my wrists were simply threaded under the bed, between the props, and handcuffed together. Thus it is completely impossible for me to rise from my back, or use my hands to protect myself in any way. My ankles have been left free, creating the illusion of some freedom, but I’ve been roped above my knee joints to the bed frame, holding my thighs open and leaving my lower legs dangling over indian the sides. I’m lying back on my long red hair, which spreads out on the mattress underneath me in a blood colored fan. My full breasts, without the assistance of gravity to hang in their pert shape, spill to the sides across my chest. They did not offer me any more healing ointments before leaving me here, so the red welts from my whipping, which crisscross all over my front and sting on my buttocks and the backs of my thighs, throb with pain. There was no need for them to restrain me really – I have abandoned hope and will spread my legs if that’s what they order. I do not wish to be needlessly tortured for a lost cause, so if I am commanded to surrender myself, I will do so. I have accepted that I am not strong enough or brave enough to prevent these men from raping me over and over, and the easiest path for me comes through submission. We obviously have the wrong house.” We left the Pottstown Airport just before 5:00 following a quick and safe flight from Philly. The villas were spaced quite far from the main reception area and had at least 100 meter distance between them. Amy continued, “Katie, you’re practically naked now. “You can come with if you want.” I would give her different scenarios all about a mother fucking her son or an older woman fucking a much younger man and all recorded. He held perfectly still for several minutes wanting as much of the paprika to absorb inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his head remained. Creton Webcams My tongue danced. The referee and producers watched once more amazed anew while the incredible Taiwanese girl spread her legs to see where she was going Hardcore and let her poor pussy be crushed by the solid rubber rim of a middle platform pole. I had to show Mitch that a husband loved his wife. Her anal feast is sharply interrupted by a swinging of the toilet door. I take out my holo-communicator and try to patch through to Gara, but there is indian no connection. Me: “So how many guys have you been with?” I just shrugged and said: “Dr. Janice is really good, I guess”. My hand squeezed my hard cock through my jeans. Her pussy was shaved smooth as a chamois. “You look almost giddy.” Her pelvic floor indented with the clenching of her lewd muscles, pulling my hands deeper inside her. I kept up my fucking of Donna. He tells me only when it is a girl he really likes or thinks is pretty.