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“We’ll talk about your odds of being the lone survivor, first Melena,” he presses inexorably. “You are actually second place in the betting to survive. What do you think of that?” “Urggghhhh!” is what I answer, for at that moment I’m trying to move my pelvis, desperate to get my clitoris away from the overwhelming vibration, and my movement only makes it feel more intense. I’m getting so turned on it’s getting difficult to keep quiet. There are shrieks of laughter from the watching men. Some of them are on their feet again. “She wants it! Fuck her! Fuck her right here!” one fellow bellows. I try to ignore my disintegrating lower body and concentrate on what Wagner told me. So the odds put me in second place, do they? (Oh God, Oh God, Oh God). That’s good – the audience across the galaxy tits will have seen background information on the Runners that is denied to us. And if they think I’m in with a chance knowing all they do, then that means I am sex in with a chance. In the last five Rape Runs, the winner has always come from the top three Fucking in the survival ranking. 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 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 Celebrities had a chance of saving my pride. “Please Wagner, take it off!” I 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 porn 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. Her husband Clark is a jealous man. I actually try to convince myself that Clark is not such a bad guy. “Fair point,” conceded porn Cynthia. I began to argue Celebrities with her that instant, the girl had excused herself and walked away. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third date (another old rule) and then we graduated to other tings, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest was downhill…or uphill depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn’t long before he was in my pants…I did a little resistance act at first, to tease tits him…it felt so good to have his hand on me there, his fingers getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy petting during and after a Fucking show at the drive-in…It was the first erect cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to squeeze, kiss, caress, make it wet…then he got me to lick him. Tamers leaned in and took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. It felt as if I was shooting gallons of my fluids into her waiting body. Derek just kept going even though I was getting close. He asked, “Should we get going?” “Precious!” I howled as I came. “Please Ma’am.” I couldn't help but stare into her face lit by the dancing candle flame. By the time he got to Victoria Secret, Beth already had several items in her hands and sex was digging for more when Josh pushed the button of the remote. Our incestuous passion was the best sex of my life. "Yes it was, but what do we do now?" They were in the shadows, half-hidden. I looked up enough to see his eyes roll into the back of his head before he closed them. She pulled off her shower cap, her brassy hair spilling down her shoulder. For some reason I did not feel self conscience about being naked with her. You said they are your slaves; what do you mean by that?” “Well… it’s sort of like… he’s marking her with his scent. I tried not to look at anyone as I boldly walked down that street but I loved every second of it. “You can’t be here,” he said sharply as he stepped out into sight. He was surprised to find her soaking wet, and when his fingers brushed against her swollen lips, she purred with bliss. Then I was slowly tilted almost upside down and locked in place. Damn you feel so hard right now.