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Weariness can be permitted in this temporary resting place. Alone in this shell of a room I sink down onto my haunches, with my heels pressing into my buttocks through the thin fabric of the shorts, and then I slide out my ankles and sit on the floor. My legs are extended in front of me and I’m leaning back on the rusting door. Long, red hair indian caresses my shoulders. I’m too tired even to stand again, but my thoughts are racing too much to sleep. I’m still free, I congratulate myself, but so are eight other Runners, who are also desperate to be the last woman caught – the survivor. I mustn’t get complaisant. Only one Runner, poor Tasha is tonight beginning her future of endless rape and abuse. Tasha – I barely spoke to her, especially after she chose to partner with Ja-Alixxe, the bitch responsible for my being in this situation. The business woman seemed okay in a tough way – certainly not deserving what has happened to her. Who will be next? It is almost certain there will be more captures tomorrow. mature I pray one of them isn’t me. Typically in the Rape Run, the rate of captures increases gradually during the event, as the Hunters have fewer and fewer women to run down. The longest the Run has ever lasted is a week. The shortest Run – less than a day. In these quiet moments since my kidnap I have avoided dwelling on my chances of survival, and similarly the likelihood of my becoming one of the captives. I’d probably go mad with terror if I truly come to terms with my odds, and my probable fate. I’ve got by so far and held onto my sanity by doing, and not thinking - keeping on running; keeping resisting; and telling myself I’ll be the successful one this year. Jesse got out and grabbed the girl by the waist and hoisted her up to his shoulder. She had my 9" cock out, and stroking it before we even passed through the gate to my driveway. "How...?" was all he said. They hugged my flesh. It says “NUMBER 3” and that’s the number displayed on my tit, I mature am Number 3. He reads the card, “Cuff her hands behind her back, remove all her clothes and attach the remaining chains from Number 1’s nipple clamps to indian Number 3’s nipples. Perhaps the threat wasn’t real enough; perhaps a mortal test is required. She got so stressed she’s in bed sick. hour. Obediently, I went to her bedroom, undressed, and lay on her bed. My cheeks were both so warm, my nipples so hard against my top. for dinner, besides you?" I would often fight to keep my hard little (so I thought) penis well out of view of the girls. Sister Priscilla knelt in her room by her bed, head bowed and her lips moving as she prayed, prayed for guidance, for understanding, for strength.