The one from the desert world, or the one you were intimate with… They know better how to survive in The Zone.” I am puzzled by this. What does Lotho-etsarra know that I don’t? Why would Leesha be particularly suited Hardcore to survival in that arid wilderness? She was last to arrive in the pens, and in the short time Leesha made no mention of her past or origins, but I always took her for a bred slave. That means she would have never been outside the pens in her entire life. Glumly I wonder if she lied to me. Was I being played by her the whole time? Maybe she just sent me where I’d get caught. Maybe she was never even on that mountain waiting for me to join her. I shouldn’t be continuing the conversation – addressing a man on Aghara-Penthay only invites suffering, but I have to know more. Please, give me a sign that someone in this universe hasn’t betrayed me. “Do you know where they are, Master: Leesha and Jasmeena?” I ask. Lotho-etsarra moves his hand up my thigh, and his touch is back at the apex of my legs, fingering my clitoris. My arousal has not completely diminished after sex, and heat flares in me one more, my loins turning to liquid. “I like you Melena – you’re unusually responsive,” he observes, and I feel my face grow hot. He debates for a moment and decides to be merciful to me, a naked slave looking feeble covered in red welts. “You know of course that the tracker updates do not tell us which Runner is which, so I cannot say for certain,” he explains softly, all the while with those fingers slowly working my body, “but it appears that two Runners are remaining stationary, staying close to a fixed base near the high mountain. We suspect those two to be your friend and your enemy. The third and last female hides in the most open desert area of The Zone, where there are sand dunes. She moves anal constantly, as you did before your capture. We believe that one to be the female native to desert lands.” So she was waiting for me. I feel a surge of gratitude to know Leesha was there, on the hill. But I can’t think much more of it big cock now because the stimulation from my blowjob sex is much more demanding and I have to moan, arching my back to satisfy my overwhelming need to move. If he carries on with soon, soon cumshot I will only be able to exist in my present. I have one more thing I’m desperate to know, so I ask it in a voice breathy with arousal. “If I’m not to be given to the Alien, what is to happen to me, Master?” I plead, trying to make my voice seductive enough to win an answer. “You’re already up for sale, slave girl,” he replies immediately, with a casual flash of his dark eyes and handsome smile. “Salarin prefers the women who break gradually, and although the sensitivity of your body makes you desirable to most men, it is a turn-off for him. So bids are being taken on you and competition is fierce. Whoever wins you, he will be a wealthy man to afford your price, Melena. But as to what happens before then… As soon as this year’s Rape Run is complete your implant will be fully activated, and you will sexually serve the needs of each of your sponsors, before being delivered for permanent service to your new master.” “Well, since you put it that way, Bunny….” The inside of the bar consisted of some tables and booths, a large number of which were empty. We had already messaged this couple and found out a bit about them. My asshole hurt, my guts hurt. She walked up to the desk and asked where she would find the information she needed. I loved the sounds she made. "Of course." Yes Sir she replied. “I savor the time I do blowjob get with him,” Pam said, a smile crossing her lips. Likewise, it was my guess that David, Mike and Brad had never seen a naked pussy in person before mine. I had even had to start going to a gym thirty minutes farther away. “I don’t think you are going to be able to work your magic on me,” Hardcore the third Earthwoman said. “You’re a wealth of sympathy.” I growled. “How anal do I know you didn’t drug it like the drink at the bar?” she asked him. The young man turned back once finished peeling off his cumshot layers, returning to sitting atop the bed. He didn't mastermind all this. Knowing that he would struggle once he got himself positioned, she laid her chest to the floor to rotate her hips for an easier entry for him. We rode together in Yavara’s column, sharing old stories and remembering big cock lost friends.