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Beneath the mysterious groinal cup my pussy is tingling – the returning early stages of arousal that has Hardcore pestered me since my injections. This morning the stimulation is made worse by the presence inside my shorts of a bumpy piece of soft rubberlike material, something only the size of a sticking plaster, which presses and forms around my clitoris intimately. It seems to have been manufactured into the fabric of the clothing, and I hope it’s only to be there during the parade. Having to complete the Rape Run with that thing turning me on the entire time will make an insurmountable challenge still more difficult. I wonder if all of us are inflicted with one of these. Some of my fellow runners are certainly looking flushed, especially the ones Leesha believed were also injected, so I suspect at least a few are suffering the same constant teasing. So great is the effect of the rubber on me that the camel-toe I’m forced to display by the tightness of my thin shorts might show a shameful stain of dampness, were it not for the cup. But what is this cup? The yoke I understand, but the cup is a mystery and the unknown frightens me. It covers me like the protective device that goes over a sportsman’s groin, fastening to me with such a simple strapped harness that were it not for the restraints I could easily remove it. Only a groin guard is hollow, whereas the solid inside of this thing fits snugly to me, pressing through my thin shorts intimately against the whole of my pudenda. Also unlike a groin guard these cups contain some technology - the entire outer surface of each one glows with a soft red light. We all have been fitted with one of them. We can’t hide its steady shine, even by demurely crossing our thighs, because of the second bar. This piece of metalwork has leather straps at either end and is fastened to hold our legs open, just above the level of the knees. So once we are taken, one at a time, into the interview hall we will do so walking in an ungainly waddle. It’s demeaning to move in such blowjob a way here in front of our cellmates, let alone the crowd, so most of us stand as still as we can, only taking a step when obliged. In the heat of the waiting area I feel sick with anticipation. This is how I am to be displayed – in hot pants, a crop top and this yoke, interviewed on stage before an auditorium full of men baying to see my humiliation, with the session broadcast to the galaxy. Our implants will temporarily be fully activated during the interviews, making it impossible to tell an untruth to the intimate questions we will be given. I wish I could avoid this more than anything else they will throw at me today – more than whatever the cup does - cumshot having my secret feelings exposed to anal ridicule. Ever since my processing I’ve had my suspicions that my implant might be faulty, I’ve felt so little difference since it was buried into threesome my brain stem. One piece of evidence to support my belief is that a partially active implant will still prevent the Runner from killing herself, but I feel I could readily take my own life were I to be captured. Another is that the implant is supposed to stop us harming a man, but I desperately want to strangle every single guy I see round here with my bare hands. I’m only holding back on acting out because of the futility of the attempt. Failure to implant does occasionally happen, but even if that’s my situation I’ve got to play my part on that stage. I must disguise the possibility that the implant hasn’t taken, and answer every question without disguise, even though it will cause me great shame. My interview, conducted by the same sleazy host Wagner who fronts the show every year, is only the start of my day’s ordeal. After my displaying we will be taken to our starting places for the Rape Run, and the main event will begin. Then my future is in the lap of the Gods. If I’m caught, within hours instead of Leesha’s gentle fingers inside me it could be the cock of the alien. It is tradition to surprise the women in some unpleasant way during the display. One year the implants were configured so when Wagner said a keyword, the Runner would suddenly believe herself to be naked in front of the audience. Another year a mini-contest was held where each Runner was forced to give oral pleasure to a male captive. The woman bringing her man to climax fastest was promised an advantage in the Run. I fear that this year, the trick has something to do with the glowing red cup. I will not be the first Runner to go before the crowd, but even so I won’t learn of the surprise until I am there in Wagner’s presence. Then, the other day, I found my neighbor and his family butchered, his wife and oldest daughter raped. I lapped up the juices, screaming towards my own orgasm. I nibbled at her neck. Her ass was nearly suffocating Tara but over the cheeks pressing cumshot on her face, she could still see Erica, jeering her with, "Stop whining whore, you finally found your true talent being sloppy wet hole. After the second and another loud scream, Jon decided that he has anal better gag Vicky and he put the ball gag on her. I lifted my head and turned it from side to side. I look back up to her face and catch her eyes darting up to meet mine. The tip was only 1-inch in diameter. Please let me blow you." She licked her ruby-red lips. Close. I just wanna know what you found out threesome about that house, this has that damned mansion written all over it.” He smiled and I kissed and licked. “Why?” “Captain Winston, a car will out front in two minutes to transport you to the hospital. Ellie made her way around to my front and she sounded out of breath as she whispered into my ear again. I knew from the start that you are a pain slut just like your mother. “No pill needed. There had been some confusion about reasonable requests early on. At first she gasped, startled, but seconds later I felt her relax in my arms, as I held her even tighter, and I voraciously begun exploring her mouth, her tongue now dancing with mine while I tasted her soft lips. You look.....flush." I love it when you’re all flustered like this. I hung up the phone and took a few quick pics as Mike had asked. Did he mean that someone was going to fuck me on that table? Sally seemed to read his mind, as she wanted his cum and cock all blowjob night if possible. And I... fast and hard from the start her pussy got more wet each time my cock slid in and out of For her top, she was wearing a silvery noodle strap party top. Then she placed her free hand on the small of the girls back and slowly bent her forwards. The door was opened by a man who wasn’t much older than me. He obviously hadn’t shaved for years but he has a nice, soft voice. We managed to look ‘innocent’ Hardcore for quite a while, even when two of the teenage girls joined us. Her body bucked and writhed as my tongue fluttered around her sensitive nub. He laid back down on me breathing fast and deeply. We enter the restaurant and I tell the hostess “Donner” “Oh good evening Mr. Donner, your table is ready, and the Chef is working on your order. And you remember, the next evening when we were all sitting the campfire and I was horny. “And so were you, Basira.