Daisy Dukes On Her Knees

My stomach churns so badly I get diarrhea and have to squat over the drain. Not wanting to earn punishment I make use of the demeaning feeding tube, even though I know I’m being watched when I kneel down and take the thing between my lips. After an unknown eternity there is a click and we are abruptly plunged into almost total darkness. This must be a signal we are obliged to sleep. I find where I placed my sleeping roll, in the furthest corner from the blast door, and lie on my side curled into a fetal position. I tuck my hands between my thighs, using them to protect my pussy while I’m still permitted to do so. I’m too afraid to sleep. This morning I was on the Republic cruiser. Now I’m here. There is just enough light that to make out the bodies of the other women – the glow spheres have been turned right down rather than extinguished. I can see enough to witness something that should be tender, but is heartbreakingly depressing. Palonae and Oorla join each other on the same bedroll, and their bodies entwine intimately. I watch their hands begin caressing and stroking, and heads extend to kiss. Such couplings are a common phenomenon in women waiting in the holding pen for The Rape Run. But rather than being a romantic display of unforced lesbian affection, these encounters often arise as an antidote to misery, or even from mercenary reasons. Alliances can be beneficial once the competition starts, so it is common for girls to flee the Hunters in small teams. Shared intimacy can be a good way to build trust between women, even though they know deep down that eventually, only one of them can win. The second reason for seeking a lover is that in the face of so much abuse of their bodies, women are desperate to snatch any pleasant sexual experience they can and cling on to its memory. Palonae looks across at one point and a glint of reflected light from her eyes shows she has seen me, watching her. In spite of this she is stockings not ashamed – she draws her thigh up between Oorla’s. The other woman’s pelvis gyrates rhythmically as she pleasures herself against Palonae’s smooth thigh. Both of them are certainly aware that footage from the holding cells is often broadcast in the build-up to the Run and during the contest, but they pleasure each other anyway. Oorla is married to an A-list actor, and homosexuality is frowned upon on Palonae’s conservative world. The two women must think it does not matter – the odds of either of them returning home are so slim they can worry about titty fuck being ostracized on their return when it happens. I too might be being broadcast across the universe right now – here is the latest shot of Colonel Melena de Santo resting in her revealing slave shift. I can even guess what the commentator – the vile Wagner will be saying: how the always-frigid Melena even sleeps keeping her hands between her thighs and with her knees drawn up. I feel my face grow hot with impotent anger. My slave wrap barely covers me when standing, so lying down I am probably showing an obscene view to anyone filming upwards from my feet. I can’t protect every possible viewing angle though, and all I can do is reassure myself that the Slavers are unlikely to broadcast any images of me that are too pornographic before the run. They will want to build anticipation to the moment when I am first stripped before the galaxy. Stripped before the galaxy… Gods, please don’t let me be one of the nine caught. “Stripped before the galaxy” is the phrase that echoes around my head like the universe’s catchiest song, while leaving Oorla and Palonae to their privacy, I turn to face the other way and try to rest. 7 - Male Over a series of days, our pen fills with more and more women. The Slavers won’t begin the Rape Run until ten of us are gathered and processed, so each addition to our group shrinks the time before the rest of us gag have to face our destined series of public humiliations. This makes it difficult not to resent the new arrivals, even though they are not to blame for their presence. Jasmeena is 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 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 was trying to picture his cock all hard and angry looking and the images were making her very moist. Quickly the scribbled to get her notes up to speed and leaving blanks that she could fill in later by asking some classmate for assistance. My heart pounded. Oh no, my wife's tantrum made me forget about Jordan. I write Paula’s phone number on the back of my business card that John hands me. We get to the bottom ‘ See you later’ I say ‘You too’ We are looking for someone from time to time who can be very sweet and very discrete. stockings My deflowered pussy clenched down on her. That jar of cream is the magical bacta that can heal anything? “First, I’d like to welcome titty fuck back Matt Schneider, he knows how much we’ve missed him.” It was a photograph I had come to know every detail of by heart. We toweled each other dry and she wrapped her hair in a towel. And there it was before gag his very eyes as he admired the intersection between her teen legs. He stood next to the bed and Tina watched him undress. That was when there were only rumors that Clint was fucking his cousin, Melody. He began to thrust deeply into her throat and she began to gag. He can pull my hair all he wants . . . To be filled. He nodded reluctantly, but she could see that she had got through to him. Mike had left some big step ladders next to the tree and I climbed up and slowly got onto the first one, then both of the little platforms that were screwed to the wall. It did not take her long till she was done and laid back down to have Nick give her his virginity in his first fuck, or so she thought she was getting his virginity. Two families had left, and they’d surely spread stories of his presence. Her breath is shallow, fast…her hips begin to move at an increasing rate as a few pictures click, highlighting her juices glistening on my shaft. Seconds later, Tina stepped into the tub and closed the curtain. We’ve been anchored here about three hours now.” That’s what one would usually hope kisses would lead to at the end, but with my own mom...? Before the trip Lisa and I had this relationship that bordered just this side of being confrontational. As the others left it felt like it was just me in the whole area, maybe Jarrod had gone but I couldn’t work out how.