The political prisoners – Palonae, Tasha, and myself wouldn’t be here were we not also notable beauties, but if we’re lucky our appearance as part of the display will be forgettable compared to the others. The princess Palonae, who has been selected at random to be displayed and interviewed first, is twisting and turning her arms, trying to contrive to bring her hands in and reach the scarves knotted to the neckpiece of her yoke. She fails completely. Those delicate silken scarves, an addition to a Runner’s parade outfit give the only other flash of color to her dark blue outfit apart from her glowing red crotch. The scarves are the only variation in our uniform. Two of these are around my throat - we all wear at least one. I would give almost anything to be able to tear mine away, but they were secured when my wrists were already yoked. The scarves are an annual traditional of the parade, and unlike the chastity belt like glowing cup, they are symbols the whole galaxy well recognizes. In the Slaver’s mind-set women should be allowed no secrets, even those women destined for the Rape Run who are cunts and not yet slaves. The scarves convey two pieces of information, the first about our sexual history, and the second about our recommended fate as slaves, should we be one among the nine losers of the Rape Run. They will remind the voters of the galactic public, who through their sponsorship will influence which women they want to see win, or get raped and then sold. Palonae displays a red scarf – indicating if she fails to win the contest she has been found best suited to end her days providing sexual pleasure. asian This is the most common scarf – as well as Palonae’s five more are on show – Elionara the dancer; of course Cara the model; the exotic Jasmeena; humble Oorla and finally the red scarf Hardcore I can’t dislodge from my own neck. I had expected nothing else. It will be the most entertaining outcome for me to end up with this fate – the pride of the Space Fleet turned into nothing more than a degraded sex object. amateur I’d hoped for the green scarf, but as always I have been bested by Ja-alixxe, the bounty hunter. She wears the green marking her as breeding stock. The women who combine athletic or intellectual prowess with beauty are sought after by forced-breeding programs. As such women spend much of their lives pregnant, in most ways it pov is the least barbaric life for a slave. It is not too surprising Ja-alixxe was selected for this purpose, neither is it surprising that the lithe Aireela wears green. The green scarf at the throat of Tasha, the famous career woman, is perhaps more unexpected. The most feared scarf is the grey one – that indicates the unfortunate wearer will be supplied to the species that enjoy humanoid females as live food. This year there is only one grey scarf in the Rape Run, worn around the neck of my poor Leesha. She looks remarkably stoic as she stands in line, despite the death sentence displayed at her throat. The cruel decision to mark her in grey is incomprehensible to me. Leesha is one of the most beautiful of us all. Why do something so pointless and so barbaric to her? Ten of us. Six pleasure, three breeding, one food. My second scarf, the white one, is perhaps a greater indignity. This shows the intimate truth that I would have desperately wished to hide. It tells that if I am raped, girlfriend my conqueror will claim my virginity. She takes her finger and wipes up a big glob of it and presents it to my lips. Frank walked his wife and two younger daughters to the car giving all of them a kiss and hug goodbye. After a asian long pause amateur she said that she would love pov to; but she’d taken so long to answer that I asked if she was sure. The fucking lasted really girlfriend long, i guess because of the alcohol, and i was anything but tight. The only foods that we still import are wheat for flour, coffee, and sugar. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the place, but it had grown since he was last there. Back at the campsite I made a cup of tea on the little camping stove. “Just lick her. He Hardcore helped her sit up and then picked her up and carried her over to the sofa and set her down. Would she say something? Celeste grinned.