Fuck her right here!” one fellow bellows. I try to ignore my disintegrating lower body and concentrate on what Wagner told me. So the odds put me in second place, do they? (Oh God, Oh Hardcore God, Oh God). That’s good – the audience across the galaxy will have seen background information on the Runners that is denied to us. And if they think I’m in with a chance knowing all they do, then that means I am in with a chance. In the last five Rape Runs, the winner has always come from the top three in the survival ranking. It was six Runs ago when an outsider, the seventh placed female, was the last to be petite caught. But before I can consider that further there’s another wave of pleasure. This time so intense I think I’m going to faint here on the stage. Another sexual sounding moan escapes me. Goddam this thing, I’ve got to stop it stimulating me. If only I could get it away from vibrating right against my clit, I might be able to keep my body under control. I twist my arms again, grunting with exertion as I try once more to reach down to my groin with my yoked hands. But of course, I get nowhere. I wouldn’t be wearing this thing if I had a chance of saving my pride. “Please Wagner, take it off!” I beg him. My voice sounds strained with arousal. “And disappoint the crowd, Melena?” he replies innocently. “Screw you, then!” I curse him, but my insult is robbed of its impact by another involuntary moan of pleasure. “No, it will be you getting fucked I think, Melena, unless you’re the lucky one who gets away,” he says smoothly. “Do you want to know how much the galaxy wants to see your virgin little pussy getting reamed? Do you want to know how grateful the republic is to the woman who fought to protect it?” I do, and I don’t. The first category – the odds for the betting on the survivor don’t matter too teens much, apart from reassuring the higher ranking females that they have a chance. But the second ranking – who do the audience most want to see raped – makes a big difference to how the run plays out. The reason is because of our trackers, and the sponsors. (Please no, I feel blowjob so horny) Back before trackers were used, the best survival tactic for a woman in the Rape Run would be to find the perfect hiding place teen and stay there. It made for a competition the audience found boring – no better than an adult game of hide-and-seek. So when the Slavers developed technology to let all their slaves’ implants also function as trackers, they made an amendment to the implants of women in the game. “Vicky, this is my roommate, Edgar, Edgar, Vicky.” I found myself becoming aroused and I felt shameful Hardcore as I couldn’t pull my eyes off her swollen milk filled breast. That is if you can afford it.” And so it was. It happened like this. Predictably, at the instant it was freed, his cock popped out straight, bobbing somewhat with its new found freedom. teens She lifted her hands and ruffled up her hair some and few small smudges in her makeup and smudged her eyeliner a bit. I screamed higher and higher, louder and louder as my body petite shifted up and blowjob down, flailing and jiggling, writhing and squirming. Diane got word from Dr. Ronda that John is the father of her baby. I think to myself just how beautiful she is. I don’t want to put Jill or Dakota in harms way. Leslie has soccer practice every afternoon, teen the twins are starting cheerleader camp this Saturday, and little Kelly, who will be in her last year at middle school, goes to gymnastics practice four times a week.