After an unknown eternity there is a click and we are abruptly plunged into almost total darkness. This must be a signal we are obliged to sleep. I find where I placed my sleeping roll, in the furthest corner from the blast door, and lie on my side curled into a fetal position. I tuck my hands between my thighs, using them to protect my pussy while I’m still permitted to do so. I’m too afraid to sleep. This morning I was on the Republic cruiser. Now I’m here. There is just enough light that to make out the bodies of the other women – the glow spheres have been turned right down rather than extinguished. I can see enough to witness something that should be tender, but is heartbreakingly depressing. Palonae and Oorla join each other on the same bedroll, and their bodies entwine intimately. I Brunette watch their hands begin caressing and stroking, and heads extend to kiss. Such couplings are a common phenomenon in women waiting in the holding pen for The Rape Run. But rather than being a romantic display of unforced lesbian affection, these encounters often arise as an antidote to misery, or even from mercenary reasons. Alliances can be beneficial once the competition starts, so it is common for girls to flee the Hunters in small teams. Shared intimacy can be a good way to build trust between women, even though they know deep down blowjob that eventually, only one of them can win. The second reason for seeking a lover is that in the face of so much abuse of their bodies, women are desperate to snatch any pleasant sexual experience they can and cling on to its memory. Palonae looks across at one point and a glint of reflected light from her eyes shows she has seen me, watching her. In spite of this she amateur is not ashamed – she draws her thigh up between Oorla’s. The other woman’s pelvis gyrates rhythmically as she pleasures herself against Palonae’s smooth thigh. Both of them are certainly aware that footage from the holding cells is often broadcast in the build-up to the Run and during the contest, but they pleasure each other anyway. Oorla is married to an A-list actor, and homosexuality is frowned upon on Palonae’s conservative world. The two women must think it does not matter – the odds of either of them returning home are so slim they can worry about being ostracized on their return when it happens. I too might be being broadcast across the universe right now – here is the latest shot of Colonel Melena de Santo resting in her revealing slave shift. I can even guess what the commentator – the vile Wagner will be saying: how the always-frigid Melena even sleeps keeping her hands between her thighs and with her knees drawn up. Somehow, at some point, she had lost the rest of her clothes. But here, I'll show you." She was in heaven from the sounds she made. “Hey, freak,” growled Chet, standing up. She knew what she was doing. It was perhaps half an hour later that all three met up to go to Timur's amateur room. "Yes, absolutely." There was no way she would return to her room, what if she couldn’t resist the temptation? "MASTER PLAYED WITH SOMEONE ELSE?!" screamed Sonja. I was shocked and a little turned-on. Sarcasm "Alright Luke...give me your cum!" Paul’s back stiffened blowjob and his eyes widened. Force me to take all of you. Sue released Linda's arms next. “We just have to put on a little show.” But I managed through it as Ash seemed to be in another world as she came, with her hips humping Sara’s mouth, as she collected all of Ashley’s nectar. She stiffened at first, then relaxed her sphincter, allowing Brunette both my fingers inside her.