This is bad news for me – we can expect reprisals at nightfall if The Sadist has no-one else to play with. I am stationed at the same camp Salarin traditionally uses – a circle of crude huts around the restraints for his victims. Wooden blowjob frames, large enough for captives to creampie stand inside, are currently empty. Despite the desert heat I shiver as I look at those frames and remember the heroic Republic space fleet colonel, Melena de Santo, being bound there last year and then being abused and degraded in the worst ways imaginable in front of an audience of trillions. There is other furniture here. Tight cages barely large enough to fit a woman inside swing from posts like gibbets in the hot breeze. An open pool which smells foul serves as the cesspit. There are rules for Hunters as well as Runners in this competition, and Salarin is only allowed a retinue of ten men. The maximum six of them hunt with him at the moment. Four man the camp where I serve. As well as the huts here where the men sleep, our camp contains some buildings given over to stores of food, and some to munitions, restraints and Hardcore sadistic equipment for the maltreatment of slaves. My duties are to prepare food, to clean the camp and run such errands as I am given, and to serve the sexual pleasure of any man who asks. I am forbidden from leaving the camp area, but I have no interest in doing so anyway – there is nowhere to run to on Aghara-Penthay. I get little work done, for the four men who remain here cumshot all desire me. Much of my afternoon is spend lying on my side on a cramped camp bed while a grey-haired, small man paws my breasts. He likes pressing his erection at the apex of my legs and moving it steadily against my clitoris until I become wet. There is no consideration of my consent in having sex with him, but he is gentle and for some reason that amateur makes me cry after we’re done. He strokes my hair and asks my name, smiling a little when I reveal the truth that it actually is “Boobs” as branded onto my flank. He asks me about life on Gaianesia, and if I like being Klink’s slave (no). The man comforts me, stroking me all over, but touching makes him hard again, and soon after he enters me for a second time. During taking me he tells me that he finds my body very desirable and if I please him enough perhaps he’ll buy me. I try to move in the way men like to encourage him, but later, in front of the others, he treats me with contempt. “Gaianesian slut”, I am called. The next man to rape me is much larger than me, and very physically strong. He orders me to resist him, for he wants the psychological pleasure of my defeat. So I struggle as hard as I can, trying every tactic apart from hurting him to evade his solid bulk, but then he pulls my hair and it triggers the Reflex. Next thing I know I’m face down on the camp bed. I’m oozing and receptive between my legs, but this man is a sadist and there would be no malicious satisfaction in having me without pain. “You're going to explode in my pussy and breed me, brother!” I mumbled incomprehensibly, realizing I was probably the only one who wasn’t ready. Pleasure rippled through my body with every hot plunge. She seems surprised but complies before I start the engine and drive off without a word being spoken as she sits back smiling, contented and exhausted. I shot my load all over my sleeping bag as he was pulling out, and then collapsed in the puddle that I had just made, exhausted and sore... I felt his legs on mine and was scared but excited, too. She had collapsed onto my chest before my erupting cock ran out of semen. “Yield. You got out of that accident with a scar on your back. “I suppose we could probably take off that ball gag. "Right, David." Manju came there “was that painful?” She patted my back. Soon their bladders followed suit and released leaving both teachers lying in a puddle of piss and cum. "Fuck you," she said kicking away from him. “Then the imperials will know the horror they have inflicted upon us, Head-ranger. It Hardcore turned out – over the course of several messages – that the predicted orgy at the Oak had indeed taken place. Sucking and licking, then amateur down to her ass, and ate that for a bit. The library and the swimming pool is WSU property and open to the public. “You jackass.” she laughed, then composed herself, going cumshot back into thought mode. She stopped resisting, realizing it was creampie useless and just sobbed, warm tears flowing down her cheeks as I fucked her hard. I could make out the hardness of her nipples, and just see the bottoms of her light green breasts the top was so short. I need to recharge besides, I’m starving.” I tell her. “Guy was a little obsessed with things and he did say blowjob he was done but you don’t have to cut him out completely,” Mom adds as she is getting her things ready for work. I already had the women of my dreams, so I didn’t really feel the need to buy expensive clothes or cars to attract more. Jamal thought about it for a minute “I’d go 100 and I’m sure Stan (Wilsons name) would go for the same”.