And this is White Queen’s fate, if they ever catch her. Red Duchess is also dwelling on the brutal event some think of as entertainment. “Forgive my rudeness, White Queen, but I thought they only took young women for the Rape Run.” “I was nearly captured five years ago, in spite of my advancing years. The Slavers have rejuvenation technology using the bacta. blowjob They could rebuild my body to an age they consider most desirable. The Hunters have their own personal bounty hunters, you know, as well midget as using fetish the freelancers, and they dispatched one of those.” “Salarin, the most sadistic of the Slaver faction leaders, has a bounty hunter working for him called Egregious Klink. He captures well protected, high value women, either as slaves captured to order, or for participation in the Rape Run. I was in a battle on Calico and the whole situation turned out to be a sting to try and take me.” “Their plan could have worked, if it wasn’t for women’s natural courage. We Fucking fought our way out of an encirclement. Injured my leg badly, though.” Red Duchess doesn’t seem to have considered that the Slavers are capable of regressing age, but I’m not too surprised. In last year’s wrestling Rape Run they entirely changed someone’s gender, turning the overthrown fifth faction leader Leshan into the beautiful slave woman, Leesha. Izabel whimpered cutely as she gripped the sheets in her hands, feeling his soft lips pressing into the firmness of her collarbone, then across her chest to sink into the softness of her breasts, missing her nipples as they ventured further and further down her golden body, marked only by the tan lines of the skimpy Fucking bikini she often wore to tanning salons. No words could escape my lips. “Please, please, enjoy me.” “Four thirty.” Will midget replied. “Good God, Melanie” Brittany said, laughing. This time was different. I couldn’t feel the vibrations. “Has anyone seen Alyssa? “Have you ever wondered,” Passion prompted, her golden irises staring from the tops of her purple sclera as she laid on her stomach in front of me, indulging in the same activities that I was, “about the pleasure wrestling of a man?” “That’s so cool,” Stephanie blowjob said, reading the invoice. She made love to my mouth with hers, her tongue slithering in a serpentine dance, her lips pulling me ever into her, devouring me with fetish need and compassion alike.