I am a prisoner on Aghara-Penthay. 6 - Holding When we disembark the heat hits us as though we just walked into an oven. For the first time there’s a benefit in being the ones without much clothing, although my wrap flutters alarmingly in the hot breeze, making me japanese feel even more undressed. Around me is the planet’s surface of Aghara-Penthay. My first view is from a landing pad, on the roof of Hardcore a large stone building. The place looks ancient, like a desert castle. Nothing decays in the dry atmosphere, so apart from cosmetic damage from sandstorms the structures here last for centuries. Around me women, dressed and naked, squint into the glare. Through a heat haze I can see sand, rocky ground and mountains, all in the same deep red color. This place – asian I call it the fort – seems to be part of a complex of similarly sized buildings. Everything constructed on the surface is here for the process of selling slaves. Although there is indigenous life on Aghara-Penthay none of it is sentient. The Slavers chose this world as their home precisely because there is nothing to flee to, and no-one to give us shelter. “Move,” says a guard. With a jingle of chains we’re driven through a modern-looking guarded blast door, and into the building. Our escorts have a rapid consultation with the men at the entrance. Judging by the direction of their tits gesturing the conversation seems to concern Ja-Alixxe, who stands behind me in her binders. Obeying another shouted order from our guards we shuffle deeper into the stone structure. Inside the building there is no air-conditioning - it relies on unglazed windows facing onto the desert for ventilation. Each opening is sufficiently large to let in sunlight and the arid breeze, but they are too small to fit the body of an escaping slave. Luckily it is too dry to be humid. I know already that the fort is not the place where the Rape Run takes place, so I am not in immediate danger. My future lies a specially prepared location – always in the same giant crater created by a prehistoric meteor strike. It is known to the galactic viewing audience as The Zone. After passing a couple of branching corridors the two guards separate me from the line of naked women. Ja-alixxe is pulled along with me, which seems to confirm certain she is to be a Rape Runner too. The bounty hunter will be my rival in what is to come. I think of her without kindness as she follows me, also barefoot and wearing a revealing slave wrap. Once she and I are alone with our escorts, the men release the binders on our ankles and disconnect the line joining us to each other. There is no need for them, now we have nowhere to run, no-one to run to, and no chance of escape. Our best chance of survival is now to co-operate, and try be the one from ten who is victor in the Rape Run. The guards make us walk again. Even though our wrist binders too are unnecessary they are only removed at the last moment, when we stand before a large alloy blast door that lifts into the roof. As we rub our sore wrists, the door raises and we both step cautiously forwards into a large cell. The blast door closes behind me with a rush of hot air and a clang before I realize the men don’t intend to follow. My new location isn’t a very welcoming place. It is windowless, illuminated by only glow-spheres high in the ceiling, and the room is completely bare of decoration, save a few sleeping rolls on the floor. A small drainage hole in one corner with a grill bolted over it has a showerhead high above, protruding from the roof, and with it just one tap to cumshot control the water. When they finished dinner, Arnold helped take the dishes to the counter to help Ashley clean up. It was Carrie who, being a lawyer, managed to calm both women down and “Wow Carol, that big, thick cock really is something. Enjoy the moments.” It was incredible. She thrust her head out then padded away. Actually, I already knew that, but since Ray was willing to talk, I decided to mine him for all I could learn. “Hmmm, as good as this feels, I’m going to have to teach him some proper cock sucking techniques,” Diana said as she pulled out and smacked her giant meatstick against my face. This soon became frustrating as my cock was tingling with the need to feel her wet flesh around it. Two days later Mom Olivia arrived alone. He's no longer tits thrusting, but she can feel the shock waves of the second customer behind him still thrusting into cumshot the first customer's ass. I wonder if she’s referring to the girl in the photo on her bedside table? I felt like I’d dodged a bullet with that one. Did I make the right decision? I was pinning asian Hardcore my cufflinks when I came down the stairs. It may only have been a few minutes, but it seemed endless, that is until what came next lasted so much longer. I licked him up and japanese down, slurped him back and forth and took his fat shaft down as deep as I could.