Cara Haston was one of the highest paid models in the galaxy, until the moment when she is pushed into our holding cell, wearing only the wrap of a slave. We could all be considered as beauties, but most of us feel positively dowdy compared to the perfect form of Cara. This girl is unreal, ethereal. Even the threesome way she moves is balletic. The only category where any of us could be said to rival her is breast size – Cara is a diminutive A-cup, and if it wasn’t for her exquisite features she’d look like a slim teenage boy standing there in a scarlet slave wrap. Cara had known for a couple of years that she was a favored target to be forced into The Rape Run, and she had spent a considerable amount of her fortune on bodyguards. The Slavers of Aghara-Penthay had captured her oral anyway, killing her retinue in a straight-up gun battle and shower stunning Cara with a blaster bolt before she had chance to take her own life. I am sure they will consider her quite a trophy. Cara seems the least fazed of all of us by her imminent ordeal. Perhaps in the same fetish way many of the really beautiful lead blessed lives, she expects that if she waits her problems will sort themselves. Unless they’re as physically breathtaking as Cara, every woman selected to be one of the ten Rape Runners has to possess more than mere beauty, for there are many desirable women scattered across the universe. Runners have to be exceptional. I am one of those here because of what I represent, as much as for my looks. The Slavers like each captive to bring meaning and send a message, whether that message be that there is no escape and all women must fear; or that it is futile for women to seek equality; or that there will be a particular poignancy to seeing their target humbled low; or that it proves the Slavers are all powerful. It is therefore easy to see why they wanted Tasha Castelaine. As one of the Republic’s most successful and well known business women and with masturbation a fortune in the billions of credits, like myself she is a symbol of female empowerment. Tasha is also beautiful in that pouting, proud way that makes men want to conquer her. No doubt she has been the subject of many male fantasies as she sat across the boardroom table. But now she’s no luckier than the rest of us. Unless she is the victor in the Rape Run, she will soon be acting out their fantasies for real. On first being pushed into our holding cell Tasha lay curled up into a ball, weeping in her slave’s wrap. But she soon got a grip on herself, put her strategic brain to use and turned out to be the talker of the group. Tasha wants to know everyone. She wasn’t near her lockers at all. “I have invited Adam around at 7.30 for a drink,” I tell Sarah. "Told you," I said, "Christ we'll need more cells!" He moved slow but he kept a constant pressure and slid his entire cock into me. I felt his pubic hair against my smooth ass cheeks. Such an eager accommodating little slave. I found myself grinning like an idiot again as I walked through the main hallway. Already Anya could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex drifting to her from the end of threesome the hallway. As Mitchell’s note slowly burned in front of me, I wondered if this was going to be one of those instances. If you succeed, we will be done with you for the day. She literally ran circles around me, bouncing and teasing me about losing. Now I made my second mistake, I still had my shirt, and I did not have my mouth right at his cock head ready for his creamy jizz. That was 3 years ago, and ever since, Jackie has relied on farm hands, who aren’t the most reliable, to take care of the dairy aspect of the shower farm. Which is rarely the case. “Make this offer to her and not only can you achieve your father’s goal, but you can get her on your side,” she adds. The new Eve.” She was whispering something about not wanting that. Dixie, show him your tits!” I did move her, I lay her back on the bed, grabbed each of those sexy legs, and opened her up, I brought my cunt down between her legs, and we started scissoring. I dragged my tongue up oral from his balls to the root of his dick. “I love you too, grandma.” Then she licked it again. ‘Pretty Boy Gang Bang’, I believe was the fetish title. Again, I ask for silence.” Go figure, we could have taken the vacation that we always dreamed of, if masturbation she had only not had two breasts that turned against her. They made their way back to the front seats. I couldn't afford to fuck-up again. With lots of leg showing and large dark nipples showing through her tank top the drivers were getting a nice tease. You deserve so much better, you’re such a good person.” May’s tone was a poisonous sweet.