In spite of these many alternative attractions a small crowd still begins to gather around us during the abuse of Ja-alixxe, drawn partly by her unusually striking beauty but more by my celebrity status. This mob swells as we continue our shuffling progress. They escort us all along the deck of the station, taunting us the whole way. For the next few cum minutes this crowd puts me through the worst experience blowjob since my capture. Worse than the pain in the cage. I have devoted my life to service in the space fleet, trying to make the Republic a more just and safe place. I had expected this might earn me a token of mercy or kindness from cumshot the galaxy’s men. The hostility I feel from them stuns me. I shuffle on through taunts, mockery and the most intimate of sexual comments. The guards repeat that I am not to be touched, but a number of males are so overcome with hatred of me that they snatch at my body and my clothing. My wrap is dragged aside several times, flashing a view of my sex to the crowd before the guards can beat away my assailants. The crowd begins to get to me, despite myself, and soon I’m fighting to hold back tears. It comes almost as a relief when we finally reach the far end of the concourse and pass through a guarded corridor leading down to a docked shuttle, even though I know boarding that vessel will represent another stage further away from any hope. Large viewing windows look out into space, and for the first time I see the huge looming planet. That’s it – Aghara-Penthay - in the entire universe it is the planet most feared by women. And it’s the place where I, a woman, am being taken. The world below is a scarlet oxide red, betraying how hot and arid it is down on the surface. There is no cloud, not even over the poles. Ja-alixxe and I shuffle through the next guarded docking port, and we are inside the shuttle. The vessel is small, with barely more than a holding brig and a more comfortable cabin up front for the guards. There are no windows in here. The hold is already packed japanese with women destined for slavery on the surface. These other females are sat chained to each other on hard benches, positioned front-to-back in a long line as though they are to row a boat. Ja-alixxe and I are the only two females who are not naked. To prevent us feeling superior to our sisters we are not permitted to sit, but are made to stand against the wall. Our ankles and wrists remain in our shackles. Once we’re asian positioned facing out into the cabin, an additional collar fitted with some kind of electronic function is closed by the guard around my throat, where it locks with a snap. With my wrists still held together behind me, I am utterly unable to prevent even this simple device being fixed to my neck. Ja-alixxe is locked into a similar collar. By means of these we are trapped close to points high in the wall, with only six inches of chain to permit us movement. Our guards do not release the cable joining me to her, so it is difficult even to look at each other. Satisfied we’re unable to run, our captors leave us alone to face the hold full of slave women, and they go to take their place up in front with the pilot. After only a couple of minutes the ship jolts, and there is the soft rush of the engines. We are moving. Almost a half of the population of this room are crying or moaning, and with only my own sex for company in this women-only privacy I briefly permit myself the catharsis of weeping. I’m for the Rape Run. God help me. Despair claims me completely. My chest heaves with sobs, and tears run openly down my cheeks, falling onto the silken material of my wrap where it protrudes over my breasts. It is hopeless. There will be no escape for me now, save the one-in-ten chance that I am the winner of The Rape Run. Even if I survive without violation I will be a broken woman – marked forever as a slave, and never living down the varied other public degradations that lead up to the main event. Both for Marsha and those guys too. I slid my cock into her warm hole to begin asian fucking her, Amyl told me not to shoot my sticky load inside his wife, but over her face because he wanted blowjob his daughter Shia to see her mother being used, l tried to kiss Nardin but she turned her head telling me to get on with it, l was allowed to lift her top and bra to suck her floppy tits she had large nipples. She scoffed. I got out of the way and he shoved his cock in to the hilt on one stroke. She reaches down and spreads cumshot her pussy lips, showing me her perfect pink pussy and rather large clit. "And let's see," said Sam picking up an electric bill off the table, "Your parents are the Andersons. I don’t mind. “You like it when a girl takes control, cum huh?” japanese I smiled at her, slowly pushing in and out of her taught filth, listening to the sweet expirations of her lust as I stroked her cock. Her arms were placed on top of the sheet and another short sheet was placed over her head and upper body. Their sides were plastered with graffiti, either nihilistic or religious in nature, telling those who passed that they had to save themselves, or that it was already too late. She wanted to cum so bad right now, but she had to wait till tonight, in the quiet peace of her room, where her passions could be free. “No more Mommy, no more,” I said, struggling to get up.