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Runners’ groins were fitted with a stimulator which forced them to orgasm in front of the audience viewing across the galaxy. This year they’ve chosen to emphasize a different weakness of women – how likely we are to betray each other - cowardice that the Slavers believe is inherent in our sex. Each of this year’s Runners is fitted with a strap-on dildo, which protrudes horizontally from between her legs. Women have the choice of conducting the interview with Wagner courageously, with their breasts babe exposed to the crowd, or taking the weak path. If they wish to remain clothed, they do so at the expense of a fellow female. They must talk while using that dildo to fuck a naked slave, a poor victim strapped down over a piece of furniture. So far every contestant has chosen raping that woman over baring themselves. Perhaps we are weak after all. The Runners don’t need to be reminded what’s at stake if they end up one of the nine losers, but the Slavers have provided a reminder anyway. The slave bound with her ass in the air is living evidence of capture - one of the previous year’s losers. Once she was royal princess Palonae Noonian Aurora Tonova. She was noble. Proud. Beautiful. Now she’s a bound slave, lent by her owner to entertain the galactic audience by being fucked by woman after woman. “Fetch me another beer,” Klink orders. I’m careful not to look up as Riyena rises from her pov knees and leaves the room. Klink has turned colder towards her since the audience with Salarin. Perhaps that faction leader’s criticism is the reason he’s started reminding her that she, too, is only his slave. But I think it may be the imminent prospect of mastering Alexa Goshenk, the pirate who scarred his face, which has heightened Klink’s sadistic instincts. Last night cumshot Riyena was chained to his bed while he used her brutally enough busty that we could hear it through the walls. Today while Tits and I service his penis, she has been made to kneel with her back to the screen, forbidden from watching. Her face is freshly bruised and her breasts look tender. We’ve been careful to avoid meeting Riyena’s eyes, doggystyle especially in a way that might suggest we’re gloating. We’re already sure Tits and I will suffer as the shapeshifter struggles to reassert her authority. We don’t want to provoke her further. I glace frequently at the screen. Wagner, the host of The Rape Run shows and commentator to its broadcasts is an overly coiffured man. He’s so effeminate he reminds me of the pacified males from Gaianesia. "If you fail me, bitch, you will pay dearly." This excitement surged through me. She presented doggystyle herself to him in complete submission. My mouth devours her tit, sucking as much of that tender babe flesh in as I can, the rest of the tit smothering me as it blocks my nose. I also told him he could check with the owners for a pov reference if he wished. “Don't cum yet, honey!” moaned Tiffany. He bit his lip and busty held her tighter, feeling every inch of her long thick shaft pounded brutally into his cute feline butt, his ring stretched around to accommodate her and his own hard cock grinding against the water slick fur of her stomach. She tried to roll away but he pinned both her arms with his and spread her legs with his knees. “That’s not all I’ll be checking out.” Then she took me by the hand and we walked down to the family room, leaving our clothes on the sectional. Visiting hours would begin at 9 cumshot am tomorrow morning.