“Service tunnels,” she answers. “They go everywhere under The Zone. They enable all the infrastructure needed to support the Rape Run.” I rub my hands over my sore wrists, trying to get the circulation going and work out the stiffness. They’re so badly bruised the delicate skin is almost breaking. It is natural that my next question is, “How did you know the code to get in here?” and it should be a straightforward answer, whatever it might be, BDSM but Leesha looks uncomfortable for the first time. “Can I tell you later?” she says, turning away so her long hair hides her face. “You’ll behave… differently towards me, and we need to get to safety first. I promise you’ll know when the time is right.” I’m desperate to understand this mystery of a Runner, and Ja-Alixxe’s cryptic “interesting choice to team up with” returns to me, but I’m not about to hurt Hardcore the person that has saved me from the Slavers. If it wasn’t for Leesha I’d still be in that pool being invaded by leeches. The leeches… I still feel distended and stretched inside, like the moments when I was roped into the frame and two men were violating me at the same time. They’ll be sucking my blood already, feeding chemicals into my bloodstream. Are they really going to make me lose my mind? Salarin said in two days they’d turn me into a “cock whore”. I need to warn my friend. “The Slavers – they let these creatures crawl inside me, back there in the pool,” I begin, but she stops me with a raise of her hand. “I can guess,” she says tenderly. “You don’t have to tell me about it. It will happen rapidly when you deteriorate, but I know what to watch out for and you’re safe for a couple of days.” Shamefaced, I look down and that makes me feel worse. My breasts are still tied around their bases, squashing them out into balloon shapes. The leather strings wrapped around my flesh must be restricting the blood supply, for my breasts have turned a strange color, darker than the rest of my skin. They’re almost purple. The pattern of lashes from the whipping are gangbang everywhere across me. With my fingers trembling, I pick at the knots. The faces of the two men who tied my boobs up resurface to haunt me. Two men of Salarin’s. It’s like there here in the room and its happening all over again. They groped me much more than necessary while they blowjob forced me into the jacket, and then they tied these humiliating bands around my breasts, and then they shoved the gagging gag in my mouth so I couldn’t scream, and finally they pushed me down into the dirt and raped me in the ass, one after the other. One of my assailants, an unshaven man in his fifties who had an overpowering rank smell of stale sweat, was one who had anally raped me while I was in the frame as well. She crawled up on top of me, and slid my cock into her. When she came out of the van, gangbang she was wearing a leather catsuit similar to Mistress Gloria’s. As fast as she had changed, I think she had it gagging on under the pantsuit. “She was left speechless.” Yavara sniggered, wiping Hardcore glaze from her lips to suck from her finger, “She told me telepathically, and I quote, ‘I love you mom, but you don’t have a penis, so I’m leaving.’” Richard pulled her white gown down to expose her but, she stopped him once more. I drank it in, my body swaying. Nope, I remember when I got my cherry busted! An instant later I knew what it was. Their other hands held my head and stroked my face. When it was BDSM done, they were so proud of it, and I then asked Arturo to recommend a discrete builder from his city to again spread the risk of disclosure to another city a hundred miles away. After what happened in Vietnam, Jim had some… recurring episodes, and his family felt it was better for him to stay someplace quiet, where he could feel safe all the time.” Nicole’s just not afraid blowjob of saying what she wants.” She gave me a small smile, and the longer we looked at each other, the more it dawned on us that we were both naked. The doctors were absolutely amazed at her progress and improved status. She wanted to be as fit as a fiddle to help out her son.