Now my only choices are to wait until the pain becomes unbearable, or I can surrender myself while I still have my health and avoid at least one additional torture. There is nothing worse I can imagine enduring than what inevitably lies ahead of me - being stripped and raped, but I don’t want to die either, or just lie here suffering needlessly until a Hunter homes on my signal anyway. They say that while there’s life, there’s hope, but it doesn’t feel like it to me, hogtied by a giant carnivorous plant. As the leaf starts to close over me I commit myself and say the word that dooms me to be a loser in the Rape Run. “Flare.” 19 - Camp I growl angrily as I’m steered towards the frame by the men, fighting as hard as woman can when she has bound hands and a noose around her throat attached to a pole. They might be about to take my body, but I can show them they won’t break my spirit. My first view from inside a Hunter camp does nothing to ease my fears. A number of such sites in the Zone are configured for the Hunters to use as bases, and enjoy their captured women. They are places of horror. The buildings around this one are not as decayed as most of the ruins in the crater, and they form a neat ring facing into a circle. In the center of that circle are the instruments of suffering. I’ve been unlucky since my kidnap on the cruiser, and of course, down in the carnivore pit when I sent up the flare it had to be Salarin that was the first to arrive and “save” me. The man I feared most of all was the one standing victorious over me when from my place enshrouded within the deadly leaves I heard the sound of blaster weapons, and at last the foliage fell away. But even after the plant’s death those snaking tendrils didn’t relax their hold, and completely helpless in the vines I Blowjobs had to endure the indignity of needing the Hunter’s help to get free, exotic and then needing someone to Oral Sex intimately clean off the corrosive syrup, before they could manhandle me back to their base. But it is the present and future suffering I have to concern myself with, not the past, and here before me are instruments that will deliver that. I need to fear the wooden frames; the human-size St. Andrew’s cross with bracelets at its tips intended for limbs; the cage suspended above the ground; and the deep pit at the edge of the ring of buildings, covered by a grill. In the asian center of the camp the Hunters have positioned three wooden frames, each large enough for a human to stand inside. Of course each has eyelets screwed into the timber suitable for attaching restraints. I am being herded across the circle by my japanese neck like a rabid dog and towards one of these by my captors, the men of Salarin. In the frame to the right, beside the one that is my destination, a woman is already bound. Her limbs, roped to the corners, pull her body into an ‘X’ shape, a living example of what is intended for me. This other female is slumped in the frame as if she’s been tortured into exhaustion. I’m not sure if she’s conscious. Her hair hangs forward in front of her face, but I can tell it’s the princess, Palonae. She is still naked. I struggle to the very end to try and avoid following her fate, but overwhelmed by their numbers, I am inevitably moved into the empty square between the wooden beams. Then the guards efficiently thread fresh ropes around my wrists, and the ends of these ropes are passed through loops in the top corners of the frame. Released only momentarily from my former bonds, abruptly the new ropes are pulled taut, and my arms are jerked unnaturally out to the sides and up, as if I’m a dancing puppet. My hands are thus held away from my body, unable to protect me in any way, limp and useless. With them has gone any last hope for Melena de Santo. I look out, from side to side. My captors tie the ends of the ropes off to the frame, only feet away from me but infinitely far out of my reach. As soon as that’s done, the atmosphere in the camp changes – the men suddenly relaxed, celebratory, almost festive. They can take time having their fun now. Everyone knows there’s no chance of my escaping. I must endure, and I must obey. So with my arms already helpless I don’t even resist as they start to loop ropes around my ankles, even though my skin is crawling with anticipation at what’s coming. I enjoyed my Mommy's breasts so much. I wouldn't have gotten away without him," Anne answered. “No Darling, I assure you that is not the case here. He pushed her back onto the table onto the puddle of her juices. Two however, struck home– one in my chest Oral Sex and asian one in my leg. He turned to me, “It was her that received the message and sent the men out.” Our tongues met in a naughty kiss. I wish I could see it, but her damned skirt was in the japanese way. “Mmm, that was such a yummy creampie.” It sounded right. We would sometimes talk about what we would do if we ever went two on one.” Did I do something embarrassing?" But after scanning their faces for most of the ceremony, Scott finally saw her. Jessica answered. What Blowjobs do you think?” Both men were whispering dirty talk into the boy's ears, as they maneuvered themselves into a fucking position of this unsuspecting little straight boy. She said, pausing to let him soak in the view of her naked body, as well as realize what that meant. He removed his hands from the sex goddess before him and quickly reached up to his shirt and taking hold of it with both hands, exotic ripped it apart, buttons flying everywhere. A little embarrassed, then she put the head in her mouth, and started stroking the shaft with two hands now. I knew that Barbara was impatient to make love again. “Where am I?” he asked. My lips melted against hers.