“We can’t harm the men, but we can harm other women,” Ja-Alixxe says. “So we can use them on each other. Both of us firing at the same time.” My skin goes cold as the enormity of what she’s suggesting sinks in. A suicide pact. “Please,” Ja-Alixxe asks, with the most humility I’ve ever heard from her. “Kill me. I don’t know how much more I can stand.” I’ve said to myself many times since the day I first boarded the Bountiful Sluts wearing a demeaning blue slave wrap that I wished I was dead. And I have no hope of any dignity in my future or of a return to my former life. But when push comes to shove, to actually take the final irrevocable step… I’m still deciding whether to let Ja-Alixxe shoot me when we lose our chance to act on the idea. With terrifying suddenness she screams Hardcore in agony, so immediate and loud that I too cry out with fright, and in my arms the bounty hunter tenses so much with her pain she almost doubles up. Understanding I look around fearfully. They’ve activated her pain stimulators again. That can only mean Salarin must be close by, returning with his first catch of the day. I don’t want to witness yet another woman’s ritual degradation, so when I hear a number of speeders pulling into camp I hide in the hut. Ja-Alixxe remains with me - she isn’t permitted to show herself. The two of us cling to each other in the darkest asian corner of the bare room, while some poor woman’s torment begins outside. “Blasters,” she mouths silently. Outside the screams of agony and the voice pleading not to be tortured and raped does not sound like Ithya, our own White Queen, and so I take heart Alexa can’t have run my leader to ground yet. The seclusion cannot last forever though, so when I hear “Boobs!” shouted in my Master’s voice I leap from Ja-Alixxe’s arms like I’ve been electrified, anal and hurry into the open. It is the punk singer, Twisted Elle, who stands naked in the torture frame with the hot sun beating down on her. She’s been bound in the same “X” shape they used to secure Cassarinie, only with Elle’s restraints there is the addition of a wooden pole embedded in the ground, which runs upwards to terminate in a large rubbery phallus sandwiched between the woman’s buttocks. It looks to be too deeply sunk into her anus for Elle to dislodge it by moving her pelvis. Cassarinie was caught late in the day, meaning the men used her at leisure and en-masse. With other Runners still out there in The Zone, Salarin’s triumphal rape of Elle has been quick, to speed his return to the hunt. In a sense she’s had it easy. The dribble of shame from her cunt is nothing to the ruination Salarin and his men inflicted on Cassarinie’s body. The singer is still alert and she stands upright in the frame, silently looking out across the camp. My Master is relaxing back japan in a canvas safari chair, his loose pants bulging with an erection. Watching the torture of Twisted Elle must have made him horny, and he wishes for sexual gratification before returning to the chase. “Do you want to put it in my cunt, Master?” I politely check. Klink waves dismissively. “Use your mouth. I like the way your tongue feels on me. Kneel down in front of me while you work.” “Yes Master,” I confirm, falling to the ground so quickly it’s as though my legs have given way. Freeing him from his japanese clothing, I begin to pleasure him with my lips. I note with satisfaction that the fashion for women growing their hair japanese is continuing to spread. She immediately dived on my cock while massaging my balls and fingering my ass but not penetrating. “I'm going to use your throat bitch. But if in the off chance, and I mean the chances of it happening were slim to nonexistent, but if it did, she HAD to be the one who wanted it, had to be, period! I was now naked except for my sexy high heels. Alex was far too busy diving between Dawn’s spread legs, lapping away at Dawn’s lower lips. I did mention that I was horny after sucking him, but he didn't have much interest in lending me a helping hand or tongue...see, Josh did tell me that guys don't have much interest after cumming, he certainly is that japan way. “Could we make a dress for me just like the one you have on?” anal I want Duke to rape me, fuck me, make me his bitch. Maybe she wants to squirt her honey again, Jason thought and doubled his efforts. We gathered all the girls and told them to be quiet and go to the kitchen and assume the position for me I took Annie and asked baby do you trust me? Yet asian they still cheat, perhaps with someone less attractive than the one they’re cheating on! It took a minute Hardcore or so before her legs were functioning again when she saw her body in the large mirror mounted to the wall. This time she wants to watch.