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41 - Fight On the platform I’m trembling uncontrollably. For now I know what a rape pit is, I know that if Tits and I lose we’re probably dead. The platform where we stand is circular, cut from raw stone and about ten yards in diameter. We reached its flat top by a retractable bridge, and with the means of escape now removed we’re surrounded in every direction by a twelve-foot drop into the pit. Prison is a brutal place, and prisoners enjoy cruel sports. When there were no women on Cancis Rock, inmates would be made to fight on this platform, and those who fell or were forced from the precarious heights would be met by vicious carnivores in the depths below. Now predators of a different kind await. There must be a hundred men down there. Denied contact with women for so long they’re baying insanely for our bodies. Most of them are already hard in anticipation of the rapes to come. And those who enjoy female suffering are not just waiting below. I see merciless, cruel men everywhere I look, all bulging muscle and tattoos and grizzled faces. The excitement has proved too much for some, and several times we’ve had to dodge gobs of semen thrown at us by those lurking in the depths. The space around the pit is tiered with seats like an arena. Here sit the rest of the population of Cancis Rock. Over five thousand men screaming and shouting for fear, and blood, and entertainment, and women, and sex. The deafening sound terrifies me. Sour and Klink watch from a box with the best view of the sport. The rest of the women are also obliged to watch, caged in a fenced-off section of the seating. Locked inside they’re safe from the inmates, but men leer through the chain-link and abuse is not the only thing being thrown at them either. I don’t think anything can calm such a savage crowd, so the demonstration of authority when Sour stands and the din recedes immediately intimidates us in a different way. “Residents of Cancis Rock,” he says. “Please welcome our new citizens – these Gaianesian women who have seen the error of their culture and anal decided to make recompense by serving as prostitutes for you all.” The sound indian of men is thunderous, but once more Governor Sour gestures and order is restored. “Some of our new females have the honor of providing special entertainment for you this evening – fighting to evade the rape pit. You will all know how it works already, but for our new females the rules are simple. Now kneeled at the side of his bed I lifted his heavy shaft and began to slowly lick his balls. As it dropped in a heap at her feet, she felt his fingers unhooking her blouse. I had managed to fuck her lovely mouth too. Sounds perfect! They were moaning and gasping as they licked each other’s pussy. She sighed. It was Melanie. “Ow! We had first fucked just a few days ago, I had explored her thoroughly, the two of us each getting to know each other's most sensitive areas intimately. “You go thank her,” I said, knowing I’d probably be unable speak a indian straight sentence. We didn't account for traffic. James regretted his words when he saw Lilith's reaction. "And I love you as well. "Anything you want, boss," She says in a very seductive manner. “Why didn’t you?” Cambria asked. I want to clean you up. Tied spread-eagled, her legs splayed, she felt more anal vulnerable than she ever had. Pierre stood behind her, pulling her body against his with a long, hairy arm and held the birch up to her face. I could see in his eyes a hunger for more and he was getting very aroused. “Just get dressed! She thought she heard someone moving in among the grasses, almost as if someone was f0llowing them.