Perhaps we are weak after all. Brunette The Runners don’t need to be reminded what’s at stake if they end up one of the nine losers, but the Slavers have provided a reminder anyway. The slave bound with her ass in the air is living evidence of capture - one of the previous year’s losers. Once she was royal babe princess Palonae Noonian Aurora Tonova. She was noble. Proud. Beautiful. Now she’s a bound slave, lent by her owner to entertain the galactic audience by being fucked by woman after woman. “Fetch me another beer,” Klink orders. I’m careful not to look up as Riyena rises from her knees and leaves the room. Klink has turned colder towards her since the audience with Hairy Salarin. Perhaps that faction leader’s criticism is the reason he’s started reminding her that she, too, is only his slave. But I think it may be the imminent prospect of mastering Alexa Goshenk, the pirate who scarred his face, which has heightened Klink’s sadistic instincts. Last night Riyena was chained to his bed while he used her brutally enough that we could hear it through the walls. Today while Tits and I service his penis, she has been made to kneel with her back to the screen, forbidden from watching. Her face is freshly bruised and her breasts look tender. We’ve been careful to avoid meeting Riyena’s eyes, especially in a way that might suggest we’re gloating. We’re already sure Tits and I will suffer as the shapeshifter struggles to reassert her authority. We don’t want to provoke her further. I glace frequently at the screen. Wagner, the host of The Rape Run shows and commentator to its broadcasts is an overly coiffured man. He’s so effeminate he reminds me of the pacified males Hardcore from Gaianesia. The Runner’s implants are activated for his interviews, forcing them to answer the most intimate of questions. One by one he probes into the personal lives of the poor women forced japanese to participate in one of the universe’s cruelest sports. No secrets are kept from the galaxy. For example, another tradition is for Runners to wear fine silken scarves, tied around their wrists which indicate their sexual history and their recommended fate as slaves. Red scarf for a slave for woman destined to provide sexual pleasure; green for a breeder; grey for live food. Then there’s the blue scarf to indicate a lesbian, and white to indicate a virgin. All the ten desperate souls forced into The Rape Run, galactic standard year 4452 are examples of the most exceptional beauties found across the universe. There is the sultry dark-haired supermodel Emirie Kadjiz (red scarf) famous for baring her luscious breasts in a popular music promo; the athlete Tana Cagonnti (red scarf) who makes far more from her looks than she ever will from competitive winnings; and the green-scarf air-headed star of a reality video screen show Venda Varansilio (“VeeVee” to her fans) who seems to famous for nothing more than her ass and tits and the clothes she wears to celebrity events. “Bad little whores get punished!” She growled in my ear, the threat in her voice like a lover’s whisper to me, and me, the masochistic whore I could not japanese deny, I stared at her from the tops of my subservient eyes, and begged her to punish me. She grabbed the bedsheets, crammed them between my teeth, and railed into me with all she had left, her body glistening with sweat, her face a manic portrait of bulging eyes, snarling lips, and strands of platinum hair hanging over it all. We headed to a seedy adult video store across town. "I was having a dream about her before you woke me up and it was the first dream I've had of her since she died." “Now stand with your back to the door and look straight ahead. “What do you mean?” “How do you want to get ashore Georgia? Then another flash of revelation hit Craig as he recognised her as the other woman from the dog show with Marge and his mouth fell open in silence. My eyes flew open, and my head jerked up to discover that Coco had a cock that was just as hard as mine. Thank you for Hairy pissing in my mouth. He is leaving Friday afternoon right after work. Laurie snuffed, nodded. When she finally stopped convulsing, I slowed down my thrusting nonetheless and gave us both a moment to breathe. Ash raised an eyebrow, "Do you ever read texts from Mom? I broke the kiss with Lee and stared into her brown eyes. Master bought both of us. None of you have the power to beat all of us at the same time! It needs to come out of her immediately. The old man answered the door looked me up and down then smiled and whispered Gloria his wife was asleep then invited me inside as we crept into the kitchen the old man Norman had his hand on my bum. So, he invited her up to the upstairs public household office and after settling her into a comfortable chair. "You must have been out with a few boys for them to find out that you aren't that sort of girl, Emma." I had always played Brunette the part of the seducer prior to my visit to the Society of Sisters. Si quieres que me importe esa puta babe hermana tuya, puedes traerla y dejarme follarla. “I hope you do, for your Hardcore sake.” Wicked thoughts burned through my mind.