She pauses, actually counting seconds as though waiting for something, and then seems to relax. “The cameras will be off now. They can’t fly in the strong winds during a sandstorm and the men have to put them to ground straight after as the siren sounds.” Leesha grasps my arms, looking at me intently. “It’s now or never. The cameras are gone, Melena, but our trackers will still be active so they know where we are. And we’re about to cross beyond the perimeter of the Zone, into the place forbidden to Runners. Once we begin down this path open season on us is declared. We’ve broken the rules of the Rape Run and unless we escape, after the storm passes the Hunters will be sent straight to us.” There orgasm is no alternative. We’re doomed if we stay here. I’m only a day and a half from turning into a “cock whore”. My only hope is under the care of the medics of the Republic fleet. “Let’s go.” I say, determinedly. “Then run, Melena,” Leesha says, and she breaks into a sprint. And I do run, following her into the taboo place with the edge of the storm only moments away. I can see lightning flickering deep within the towering, tumbling cloud. The path descents steeply. We’re on a ledge only a couple of feet wide, with a vertical rock exotic wall on our left hand side and a drop over the edge of hundreds of feet on our right. Over the years some dust and sand has gathered on here, which makes it slippery. It’s probably not too bad in the rubber-soled slippers of the Rape Runner uniform Leesha is wearing, but in bare feet it is much more treacherous. I lose my footing at one point and fall heavily into a bruising slide along my naked backside. It almost takes me over the edge – I’m left with lower legs dangling into open air before I scrabble back, terrified. The terrain could have been worse though – a scramble over sharp rock would have been impassable to a naked woman. I’m back on my feet, and running again without thought to the risk of plunging to my death. Better a few horrific seconds fall to the rocks that than the alternatives back there in The Zone. For an instant it sounds as if someone else is behind asian me – there is the noise of stones skittering, but then I hear nothing but the roaring wind as the sandstorm catches us, right there out on the exposed mountain side. Sand blasts japanese me back against the cliff. It’s hitting me so hard it feels like it’s peeling my skin. The wind is insane. We’re this close to salvation and the end of the Run, but the hurricane is trying to tear me off the edge as though it’s on the side of the Slavers. It’s impossible to open my eyes. All I can do it hold onto the cliff at my side and inch along the path, feeling my way with bare toes. If we come to steps or a section where I can’t hold anything for support, like a rock bridge through the open air – I’m lost. I can’t hear a thing over the roaring of the gale and the rumbles of thunder Toys that make the ground shake. I have my eyes almost squeezed closed against the razor sharp sand, so when Leesha stops suddenly I almost run into her back and push her off the cliff. Shielding my face with my arm I risk peeking for just a moment and I see it, part of what must be a vast steel door facing out from the cliff into the empty air. The door is made of metal slats, designed to retract on rollers into the ceiling of… What? She has triggered something to open it. It seems like the grill retracts with interminable slowness, but at last we tumble in, propelled by a particularly ferocious gust. “Steph? as her whole body tingled and then exploded with total relief. We can skip Gina. “Since when have you ever been a mother to us. His hand moved from the phone. “I'm so sorry, my Lord. Trish sat up to look asian over the desk searching for the sight of that big japanese dick. The naked desire I thought I witnessed in his eyes. "Take your exotic clothes off, human." Her tiny asshole was stretched wide, and her mouth was packed with that massive dick. Toys orgasm