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Jasmeena is tittyfucking the next Runner who pads into the cell, a stunning olive skinned beauty from a desert planet so conservative it makes Palonae’s home look liberal. Females on Jasmeena’s world normally robe themselves head to foot, unveiling their heads only in the privacy of their family homes. How the Slavers discovered Jasmeena looked so exceptional is a mystery, but I can only imagine someone close to her and someone female could have committed pov such a cruel betrayal. Coming from a culture where female bodies were always completely covered makes wearing the revealing slave wrap is a particular indignity for the dusky Jasmeena. She cowers each time the blowjob guards enter, trying to cover exposure she considers almost as bad as being nude. Jasmeena is not a big talker. You see the type in the Rape Run – the solitary ones. She has a strategy, and she doesn’t need anyone else to survive. Next comes Aireela, a beautiful blonde snatched from a primitive world where small tribal groups live in dense jungle. Her hair – slightly curled – is exceptionally long, reaching down well below her rump. She looks human, but she’s actually a different species, where their men develop to be feeble mentally and physically compared to the lively, athletic females. These tribes in Aireela’s society are therefore ruled face fucked by women, with men existing in near-slavery serving only for breeding and domestic labor. I can see the Slavers would enjoy seeing one such as her experience having their status so completely reversed. With little awareness of the modern technology likely to be used by Hunters in The Rape Run, I do not expect poor Aireela to avoid capture for long, which will be yet another tragedy. I find her quiet confidence appealing. In the confined cell where we all live there is no air conditioning, and the heat of the desert pervades even this far inside the building. By the time there’s six of us the atmosphere becomes oppressive. Bodies confined in close proximity turn the dry air humid, and even though we try to keep clean, the smell of women’s sweat and fear is always present. And still more of us are added. Cara Haston was one of the highest paid models in the galaxy, until the moment when she is pushed into our holding cell, wearing only the wrap of a slave. We could all be considered as beauties, but most of us feel positively dowdy compared to the perfect form of Cara. This girl is unreal, ethereal. Even the way she moves is balletic. The only category where any of us could be said to rival her is breast size – Cara is a diminutive A-cup, and if it wasn’t for her exquisite features she’d look like a slim teenage boy standing there in a scarlet slave wrap. Cara had known for a couple of years that she was a favored target to be forced into The Rape Run, and she had spent a considerable amount of her fortune on bodyguards. The Slavers of Aghara-Penthay had captured her anyway, killing her retinue in a straight-up gun battle and stunning Cara with a blaster bolt before she had chance to take her own life. I am sure they will consider her quite a trophy. Cara seems the least fazed of all of us by her imminent ordeal. Perhaps in the same way many of the really beautiful lead blessed lives, she expects that if she waits her problems will sort themselves. Unless they’re as physically breathtaking as Cara, every woman selected to be one of the ten Rape Runners has to possess more than mere beauty, for there are many desirable women scattered across the universe. Runners have to be exceptional. I am one of those here because of what I represent, as much as for my looks. The Slavers like each captive to bring meaning and send a message, whether that message be that there is no escape and all women must fear; or that it is futile for women to seek equality; or that there will be a particular poignancy to seeing their target humbled low; or that it proves the Slavers are all powerful. It is therefore cumshot easy to see why they wanted Tasha Castelaine. As one of the Republic’s most successful and well known business women and with a fortune in the billions of credits, like myself she is a symbol of female empowerment. Tasha is also beautiful in that pouting, proud way that makes men want to conquer her. The door opened. She grinned and, still feeling horny and sexy, rubbed her pussy, dipping her fingers into her wet cunt before grabbing two sodas from the refrigerator, hoping it would arouse him even more. My wife and I lovingly touched each other’s cheek, and smiled. Journalists and photographers from all nations flooded the CDC headquarters for the press conference. I work my way down your body with the flogger. Gara was tricked. Mariah started to squirm and asked me to stop, but I couldn’t stop now. I watched in awe as he balled up his fists. At least Bridget and her boyfriend were outside the room so they didn’t have to watch the debauchery. And then she had hired girls, some local to take care of the new and old customers, so that she didn’t have to do so herself unless she wanted to, and so that she could concentrate on her business affairs. “I know,” he groaned. She had noticed how hard I’d become. “Oh, I will” typed Lauren and laid her phone tittyfucking in the console. He made his measurements, checked out the structure and smiled his way out with Marty to return home. “YES” I interrupted. I LIKE THAT!! I was half tempted to just let it ring, but I couldn’t bare the thought of being homeless. A welcome video played, in which pov a naked cumshot Laura with cum visibly splattered on her boobs talked about how much she liked fucking men, being raped, and drinking piss and cum. “I guess,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. Patricia stood up. “As much as I can,” I said. It ain't natural the way every woman you lie with conceives a child. After breakfast Jon took me to the Hotel Gym - Jon made me work really hard on all the machines and I was soaked in sweat when we finished. Sure if they had sex enough times then the ‘magic cum’ could maybe shed five to a maximum looking ten years off of the face and figure but no more. “I am very much like him in many ways. "Mmmmm ohh god, oh face fucked god! Let’s see… blowjob I think you might enjoy the lamb salad with vegan charcuterie. And that makes me pretty unique.