“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 tight odds for the betting on the survivor don’t matter too 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 skinny run plays out. The reason is because of our trackers, and the sponsors. (Please no, I feel 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 amateur place 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. At a random time, once per day, and she doesn’t know when, the implant in each Runner anonymously broadcasts her location to the screens of the Hunters. Because the broadcast time is random and changes for each girl each day, that means Runners like petite me can’t just hide in one place, and we don’t know when to change location. We must move, at least a little, every couple of hours, and even then we might get unlucky, resting just when our location is out. Once the Slavers started using trackers, almost fifty percent of captures were women on the move. They said it put the “Run” shaved into the Rape Run. We have to rest sometime, though. Rekha gasped and moaned. But if amateur the latter, it may be possible to handle things diplomatically, assuming you can contact the right sorcerer.” "Son, we aren't spying. As my cock throbbed the first time I heard her groan then felt her pussy clamp down on my cock as she came with me. “Oh, god,” Lee groaned, her entire body trembling. "Did you get promoted?" We all bring it in as Coach addresses us. Wendy walked to Ron and whispered, “Are you sure about this? Without so much as a word I shakly and blindly lower myself down, now full body pressed into the degrading mess of a puddle while I without complaint lick his boot until I'm sure I got it all up. “I forgave you.” Lucilla hissed. "Stroke it harder honey, stroke it harder!" As the kiss developed into a lip tight grind I started to move my cock skinny inside her. Where the hell did she get the money to do that, she was also from a poor background. It made me feel like... she petite somehow owned me. A kinky, perverted, lesbian slut. That wonderful cock of yours is mine to have any time I want it. I stood up, my hands still kneading her rump, and kissed my daughter on the shaved mouth. I was in a delirium of feeling but Ferris sprang from the bed, grabbed his pants and was out the door.