Egregious - I’ll let you get back to your slaves, and I’ll get back to mine.” Looking at the naked bounty hunter he snaps, “Ja-Alixxe – cock!” and his woman hurries to resume her place between his legs. “Chief…” Klink says in farewell. Our last view is of the brunette’s head bobbing up and down on her Master’s groin, before Klink drags Tits blow job and I from the room by our hair. The tugging sends enough jolts of Reflex through us that our Groupsex legs tremble, so we end hard fuck up stumbling unsteadily after him. “Alexa Goshenk…” he muses while we’re hauled along. “It’s making me so horny at the prospect of nailing her I want one of you right now. Which one of you is about to get her asshole torn open, Tits or Boobs?” Turns out it’s me. 29 - Showtime. I’m uncomfortable. I’m lying on my branded side, and my scar is still sore under the pressure of the mattress. I wish I could distract myself solely with the vision of beauty that is my sister, facing me across the soft surface of Egregious Klink’s bed. But our Master lies between us. Our heads are level with his crotch and rest in his lap. He is naked, as are we. My owner is rampantly hard. He’s lying on his back so his erection points vertically upwards. Tits and I have been ordered to kiss either side of the shaft to maintain his arousal, but not to stimulate him past the point of climax. He is busy relaxing with a broadcast on the huge video screen, and doesn’t wish to peak until the appropriate moment. Other than the burning from resting on my buttock, I’ve had worse tasks to do. I can look straight into Tits’ infinite purple eyes, and I can brush my lips against hers - albeit while enduring the warm rod of Klink’s flesh between us. Without attracting his attention I extend my foot and brush her smooth shin, and with my gaze try to express that I love her, and understand and share her suffering, and I’d do anything I could to ease her distress. From the screen there is a groan of female arousal, and Klink laughs raucously along with the reactions of an all-male crowd. Before each year’s Rape Run the Slavers screen a launch show where the Runners endure interviews with the foul host, Wagner. It is a tradition to play some humiliating prank on each of the women. Last year the theme was woman’s inability to control her sexual response. Runners’ oriental groins were fitted with a stimulator which forced them to orgasm in front of the audience viewing across the galaxy. This year they’ve chosen to emphasize a different weakness of women – how likely we are to betray each other - cowardice that the Slavers believe is inherent in our sex. Each of this year’s Runners is fitted with a strap-on dildo, which protrudes horizontally from between her japanese legs. Women have the choice of conducting the interview with Wagner courageously, with their breasts exposed to the crowd, or taking the weak path. If they wish to remain clothed, they do so at the expense of a fellow female. She saw herself on the small screen. Grabbing his communicator Trent spoke doing his best to hold his temper. She was wearing a loose-fitting denim skirt and a white polo shirt. “Hey Fred, do you have your blow job gun with you?” I ask. Jeff noticed Rex slow his pumping and saw the cum leaking out of Anna's ass. We have to get rid of it. The rest of the day was spent on the couch. Tyler had a few friends Groupsex on his floor and one of them happened to be roommates with a very openly gay guy named Fred. "How are the warm-ups looking?" When we were in the kitchen l asked if he had to rush off as l was just making a coffee, l could see by the way he was glaring at me he wasn’t going anywhere and sat on a chair, l made us a coffee then perched myself onto a stool with my legs slightly parted and hard fuck passed him the sugar, letting my towel fall to the floor then making sure he got a good view of me l slowly picked up my towel and apologised the guy cottoned on japanese l was teasing him and asked if l needed help so l asked if he could dry my back as it’s still wet and handed oriental him the towel. “I know, Katie has to be first right now. Shelly, obviously the official score keeper, announced. “Oh right, right, right, you dancers like to be called artists” “To be honest Kate, I wish too, that Kyle was your real dad.