My skin goes cold as the enormity of what she’s suggesting sinks in. A suicide pact. “Please,” Ja-Alixxe asks, with the most humility I’ve ever heard from her. “Kill me. I don’t know how much more I can stand.” I’ve said to myself many times since the day I first boarded the Bountiful Sluts wearing a demeaning blue slave wrap that I wished I was dead. And I have no hope of any dignity in my future or of a return to my former life. But when push comes to shove, to actually take the final irrevocable step… I’m still deciding whether to let Ja-Alixxe shoot me when we lose our chance to act on the idea. With terrifying suddenness she screams in agony, so immediate and loud that I too cry out with fright, and in my arms the bounty hunter tenses so much with her pain she almost doubles up. Understanding I look Hardcore around fearfully. They’ve activated her pain stimulators again. That can only mean Salarin must be close by, returning with his first catch of the day. I don’t want to witness yet another woman’s ritual degradation, so when I hear a number of speeders pulling into camp I hide in the hut. Ja-Alixxe remains with me - she isn’t permitted to show herself. The two of us cling to each other in the darkest corner of the bare room, while some poor woman’s torment begins outside. “Blasters,” she mouths silently. Outside the screams of agony and the voice pleading not to be tortured and raped does not sound like Ithya, our own White Queen, and so I take heart Alexa can’t have run my leader to ground yet. The seclusion cannot last forever though, so when I hear “Boobs!” shouted in my Master’s voice I leap from Ja-Alixxe’s arms like I’ve been electrified, and hurry into the open. It is the punk singer, Twisted Elle, who stands naked in the cum torture frame with the hot sun beating down on her. She’s been bound in the same “X” shape they used to secure Cassarinie, only with Elle’s restraints there is the addition of a wooden pole embedded in the ground, which runs upwards to terminate in a large rubbery phallus sandwiched between the woman’s buttocks. It looks to be too deeply sunk into her anus for Elle to dislodge it by moving her pelvis. Cassarinie was caught late in the day, meaning the men used her at leisure and straight en-masse. With other Runners still out there in The Zone, Salarin’s triumphal rape of Elle has been quick, to speed his return to the hunt. In a sense she’s had it easy. The dribble of shame from her cunt is nothing to the ruination Salarin and his men inflicted on Cassarinie’s body. The singer is still alert and she stands upright in the frame, silently looking out across the camp. My Master is relaxing back in a canvas safari chair, his loose pants bulging with an erection. Watching the torture of Twisted Elle must have made anal him horny, and he wishes for sexual gratification amateur before returning to the chase. “Do you want to put it in my cunt, Master?” I politely check. Klink waves dismissively. You love my big brown sissy pleaser, don’t amateur you?” I gave up trying to speak and settled on responding with moans and cum grunts. An innocent enough request, I reminded myself. It dripped down her chin. What if I was just curious but I realized I didn’t like it. It’s what the card says. All this time, it turned out she was looking for a strong man to seize her and take control Hardcore of her. Until the idol finally reached human size and the glow began to fade away. I made a face. She went into the house after swimming. Her hand flew to her mouth, as she gasped. Then each shock– when they reached maximum– felt like an electric nail being driven into my body. Again, your girls will take a while to get there. I cried. I watched my sister’s cheeks turn pink as she hinted she may have done more than necking “What do you mean you’re not sure?” He looked at Karen as the head of his cock snuggled against the pink opening within Rosa's split. - LISSA! This would be interesting. The girls all greeted her with a hug. Neil grinned and raised anal his eyebrows, "I hope you have plenty of booze in the house." Three-fourths internally laughing and one fourth pissed, I broke finally and just sighed, giving Nicole a smile of absolute contempt. We sat on the bed, My hand unconsciously went down to my dick-less and ball less crotch and touched my gash. I eased myself into the role, recalling the memories and emotions Diamond left in her astral garden, trying straight to piece-together a personality I could use. "Come here Jeff," Annette said. She ate my load until I was empty and cleaned me before crawling up and kissing me. But as he passed his mirror he stopped.