Summoning strength for the next round of misery, I tense the muscles in my sore legs and try to stand. When I take my bodyweight I can’t stop my thighs trembling, but I have enough resilience to remain on my feet and relieve the strain in my arms and shoulders. Naked, I look out into the camp. Only a few men are moving around, busy with their own business. Salarin will be hunting again, and most will be away in his retinue. No-one seems to be paying any attention to me at the moment. The defeat of Colonel Melena de Santo is already old news. The sun is low in the sky, and the fire has gone from Aghara-Penthay, but it’s still daytime. Is it only late afternoon? Lord help me – all that suffering took only a couple hours, and now evening is coming? My spirits sink lower. Nightfall is bad news for the losers in the Rape Run. Once it’s dark, there is nothing for the Hunters to do but take pleasure from the women already in captivity. Salarin’s hunting party will return here, and perhaps some of the others too, and they will want to fuck me and they’ll want to fuck me, and they’ll fuck me again… The frame next to mine is now empty. They took Palonae down while I was unconscious. I wonder what’s happening to her. Things will be worse for me tonight if I’m here alone. I step petite in my frame, flexing and trying to shift the encircling ropes away from the worst bruising on my wrists, and I feel my breasts shake with my movements. Soft and full, they hang there like ripe alabaster fruit, an advert calling every man’s attention to the fact that I am female, and nubile. God I hate my doggystyle boobs; I hate having wide childbearing hips; I hate having a delicate almost perfectly symmetrical cum feminine face; I hate having long smooth legs; I hate having amateur a round, toned, ass; I hate having pouting lips; I hate my wine-colored hair; I hate my pouting lips; I hate that there’s a hole between my legs instead of a cock and balls. But most of all I hate these breasts. I had no choice about being born with genes to deliver me big breasts, and they’ve brought me nothing but misery my entire life. I look up from my bout of self-loathing and I’m gripped by fear. One of Salarin’s underlings, across by one of the buildings, is standing watching me. How long has he been looking? I think to Hardcore break eye contact too late. The man calls out and I feel myself shrink in my bonds. He shouts an order, inaudible to me over the distance between us. Tears prick in my eyes, and I pull with my arms, again trying to draw my hands free through my bindings. Please help me no, my body surely can’t survive more rape. She loosened her grip on the flimsy garment. I petite looked over at my wife, as she started to shrink down into the water. God help me. I feel even more underdressed in my brief silken wrap than I did in doggystyle front of Ja-Alixxe, and I hold my chained hands to my abdomen to keep from flashing glimpses of my front when the garment gapes open. Curious choice of words for a leader with no faith. Really fuck me as though you mean it,” she instructs as she lays on her back and opens her legs and guides his cock into her. Had always known. I sigh amateur to myself, and head for the locker room. “Come on, Candice, get naked,” Ginny said, peeling off her panties. 'By touching them' he said. “For what it’s worth, princess, my examination of the curse suggests your tits *will* stop growing before they’re big enough to be actively harmful to your health,” laughed Erlanthor. I undressed as I walked to the bed and was naked by the time I got to there and lay beside her. “Oh perfect just simply wonderful! He looked at Cindy. The second drawer held cum what she was looking for. “Julia?” Malek’s thickly-accented voice broke me from my trance. Hayden rubbed Hardcore his hand against her now swollen cunt lips, smearing her pee into her slit. “This is how I would fuck you, mom.”