She’s physically and mentally uninhibited, choosing to spend most of her time naked and only pulling on a wrap when the guards enter the room. “We’re all women,” she says, “and it’s better to be nude than be dressed as a slave. You might be naked at Euro home, but you only dress like this because you were forced.” I don’t agree. I keep my wrap close about me except for in the moments when I have to wash, and have to void myself. When I awoke after my first night in the cell, Palonae warned me women are not permitted to let ourselves become dirty. We will be punished with the goad unless we shower thoroughly at pov least once per day. I feel self-conscious at the cleaning times when I’m obliged to undress, even though there are only other women present. In the days of buildup before the Rape Run begins, we are sizing up potential allies and rivals, and not only based on physical prowess. With a handicap system applied in the Rape Run to make things harder for the Runners whom the audience really wants to see defeated, it doesn’t pay to be friends with the most desirable. So while I wash I want to turn to the wall and conceal my beauty, hiding my pert, full breasts as much as I can, even though I know deep down it’s futile. The other women have been able to see me as well as I’ve seen them, and the brief wrap leaves nothing of our figures to the imagination. Voiding is another occasion for public indignity, with all of us having no choice but to squat over the drain hole. No paper is provided so afterwards we’re often obliged to shower again, to avoid the smell of excrement being added to the other odors of humanity pervading our pen. It is on the day when we are only two women away from our group being complete that something unexpected happens. The majority of the thousands of captives brought annually to Aghara-Penthay are female, and the Slavers rarely interest themselves in male victims. When they do, it’s normally a case of kidnapping important figures to order, or taking of the strongest stock for fighting or breeding purposes. When a male is taken captive, sometimes it amuses them to cage him with teen the females, after rendering him safely sexually impotent by some means. I gather that with Hardcore the male sex drive being much higher than ours, it can be a form of torture to be surrounded by desirable flesh but unable to enjoy such bounty. What’s more - outnumbered, the hapless male usually suffers the vengeance of women who suddenly have an outlet to vent their terror. I’ve been a prisoner in the cell for a week on the day when the door flies open without warning, and a man is pushed into our pen. It’s immediately obvious he is a slave, for he is naked, naked amongst women, stripped to show blowjob us his status is being even lower than ours. When the door reveals him, he has his hands behind his back as if to protect his rear, but this effort is insufficient defense. I see the spark as one of the hated goads, held by someone outside the door, touches his bare buttock. He leaps in with a shriek, and turns in time to see the door drop closed behind him. I am so used to being dressed in the simple slave shift by this point that I’ve forgotten to be ashamed, but with Jasmeena comfortable only in the heavy, conservative dress of her planet she shrieks, collapsing into a crouch and drawing up her knees to hide her body. “What did you have in mind.” I didn’t realise you were home already.” showing off my titties. He planned to be there just after ten and they would have a BBQ picnic while they were there. Left ankle to one arm of the chair. I could easily pump all four of my fingers in and out of my asshole, unlike my friends and even Mom, who took Daddy's cock back there, who Hardcore were so tight. This was a remote to a vibrating thong. semen was splashing into Sarah’s tight vagina, all over her unprotected cervix. That side of me was ”exciting, confusing, and scary” for me and Jim and sometimes all three at the same time. She’s wearing a tie, a sweater vest, with a short sleeve white collared shirt. She blowjob awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her hips away from him and looking Euro into his eyes. They were nodding to each other. Rick and teen I would create mazes out of them and sometimes plant booby traps. She stood plainly, smiling, as her nearly nude image was recorded. I ached to hold her. Predictably, it was the petite blonde. It's your call. My stomach lurches. After that, Jon spent the rest of the day going through the mountain of mail that he pov had received, both physical and electronic and I hardly saw much of him. “Damn, you just want to be my slut, don't you, sis?” groaned Billy. Explaining what happened, she said that Michelle and Marilyn were driving by our place and saw the car in the driveway. I could feel you the shit ton of vibrations going through my body and it felt incredible.