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Two days after my processing, I no longer feel any discomfort from the treatment except the buzz between my legs that constantly demands attention. My face doesn’t hurt; the only reminder of the implant is a slight lump at the base of my skull; and the injections to my genitals that were extremely painful at the time now create an effect that is quite the opposite from suffering. As forecast by the doctor, the neatly trimmed hair protecting my pudenda fell out within hours, leaving my sex as bare as a pre-pubescent girl’s. It feels more exposed now I’m bald down there - the greater nakedness of my pussy further boosting the enhanced sensitivity that I’m sure results from the injections. I was captured for the Rape Run while still a virgin, and as I admitted during processing - I have not previously taken much interest or pleasure from my own body, being too busy with the task of protecting the rights and freedoms of women across the galaxy. But I am not uneducated or ignorant about human sexuality teen or the possible responses of my body. Thus, I am now dreadfully certain of the function of the painful injections to my labia and clitoris. Something has been done to me. Something whose purpose is to Groupsex constantly stimulate the sensitive nerves in my sex organs. Something whose purpose is to humiliate me by sexually arousing me, against my will. The morning after my processing I awoke on my sleeping mat from a vividly erotic dream to find myself wet between my legs and with my nipples stiff. I tried to ignore the warm, gentle stimulation through the slow hours of my day, but the teasing just grew worse and worse. By the time night approached it was almost impossible to keep my hands from myself, but I vowed not to let the ignited fire conquer me. The audience will no-doubt know about my treatment. amateur My condition is probably a joke across the whole galaxy – look at the famously frigid Melena de Santo pretending she doesn’t need to touch herself. Look, she’s getting so desperate that she can barely hide it from the other women in her cell. Today the final female was taken for processing – Elionara being removed from the Fucking cell and returned marked and subdued. We all know what the last step in our preparation means. We are all ready. The run might even begin tomorrow. With ten confined women left with nothing to do but wait for the artificial lights to suddenly extinguish, telling us it is evening in the desert, tension reaches unbearable levels. I, for one, am desperate to flee what awaits in the coming days, but there’s nowhere to run beyond the few yards up to the blast door. Gods help us, even the warm-up is going to be horrific. The public spectacle of the Rape Run always begins in the same way. First the women sexy are paraded to Wagner’s sadistic kick-off show. Dressed in the years Rape Runner costume they endure a humiliatingly frank interview in front of an auditorium of Slaver men, which is broadcast to the whole galaxy. For a brief time during that conversation the Runner’s implants are more fully activated, so they must answer every question posed, no matter how intimate. After the interview there is no respite. The women are taken to their departure points ready for the main event, and as soon as number ten has finished on stage and been delivered to The Zone, the Rape Run starts for real. The Hunters will seek us out, and if they catch me I will receive no mercy. I don’t want to dwell on the Hunters, but with so much idle time I can’t help thinking again and again about each one, and what will happen if I end up in his power. Lotho-etsarra, known as the libido, the most handsome of the Hunters, if any such vile man could be considered in terms of attractiveness. Rob’s heart skipped a beat. The part of the car park that the Jeep was parked was quite full, and therefore quite quiet and Harry teen was the first to say that he was going to fuck me in front of the Jeep and there was virtually no chance of us being seen. Opening the door I saw Carrie and a man. Both were naked, the Man had a hard-on that he was failing to cover with his hands, and Carrie was masturbating with legs wide open. "Why weren't you wearing a condom??" My mouth climbed. His pleasure would be my thanks. “Could you fuck her and still love me?” sexy Mom, tell me don't keep me in suspense. She left giving us both a kiss on the Groupsex cheek. Chico seemed to understand her wanton plea, and slamming forward, drove his knot into Michelle's willing Fucking pussy. He gophered up on his side a moment later, all color drained from his face. "The photographer blackmailed me," answered Lara, guessing Karen's question. One of them was in a tuxedo. The problem was making money out of it. The delight melted down to my pussy, my orgasm building and building. He moved his mouth to her neck and smelling her sweet, subtle scent he sucked a wad of her skin into his mouth. The annoyance pulls me up from my little treasure, but I still continue to pound away at her asshole. She didn’t care if Heather got laid or not, just getting her out there again and mingling, would be a victory in itself, and if she did let down her guard and got laid, then that was a bonus. Although she did not know it at the time the girl in the Munch mask slipped the playsuit from over Abby’s amateur shoulders and it fell to the floor.