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 asian 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 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 japanese 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 being ostracized on their hentai return when it happens. I followed on without expectation but as we got upstairs, she pulled her top over her head and it was obviously who's bed she thought I needed!! Her body swung limply in it's grasp. I had an idea but it was a risky one. Are you now her bitch?” It'll all be alright. I’m lying on the arid open ground of Aghara-Penthay, in a patch of the red sand. She trembles all over. They disagreed with the ideals we had come to align with during the japanese war and felt that sorcerers were genetically superior to hentai the rest of mankind. It was such a great idea. I pulled away and tasted it on her skin, making my way down her stomach, swallowing her fullness in one uncontrollable push. “Don't go,” I groaned, grabbing Branka's arm. Molly must have been imagining this asian moment. was her voluptuous very firm dimple free arse. Do we hug, kiss or what. "You slutty bitch." “Beer?” I asked with a giggle. After a milf teacher and a cheerleader I would now even get to pop the cherry of this beautiful young girl. “Untie me then.” I said. She stopped struggling and just told herself to try to survive. The rest was sheer leaving her ass in plain view. I shove her panties in there and tie my tie around her head. It was an insane scene to watch, Jane legs shaking while she tried to escape the assault.