We will all run in soft, slipper-like shoes. The soles are reasonably solid, but public they will be insufficient in places where the arid ground on the planet’s surface gets very rocky. The Hunters in their heavy combat boots will find movement easier than we do. Our blowjob clothes are chosen to emphasize our beauty, not for desert practicality. We have no choice about any of it. The Hunters want us in crop-tops and hot-pants, so that’s what Melena has to wear. Waiting in line I shift position, and it feels like my shorts ride even higher up into my backside. gagging I wish I could pull down the hems, but we haven’t got to the worst of my outfit yet - the yoke across my shoulders trapping my hands. This item, we were told while being locked into them, will be removed after the display, as I hope will the groinal cup. The steel-alloy bar is formed around a central collar for my neck, a yoke which extends one foot to either side, where it terminates in a metal bracelet for my wrists. So with my throat currently locked into the collar section and my hands secured and useless out at the bracelets, I don’t have the use of my arms in any way. We have all been restrained in BDSM the same way, holding our hands out, wrists level with our necks. Down from each collar section dangles a leash. In my case this strap rests on the swelling of my breasts. Beneath the mysterious groinal cup oral my pussy is tingling – the returning early stages of arousal that has pestered me since my injections. This morning the stimulation is made worse by the presence inside my shorts of a bumpy piece of soft rubberlike material, something only the size of a sticking plaster, which presses and forms around my clitoris intimately. It seems to have been manufactured into the fabric of the clothing, and I hope it’s only to be there during the parade. Having to complete the Rape Run with that thing turning me on the entire time will make an insurmountable challenge still more difficult. I wonder if all of us are inflicted with one of these. You're all hard and in need of relief.” Kissing Ephus softly, she then vanished. The sight of my cum dripping out of her open pussy and being washed away in the shower stream along with her enthusiastic blow job woke my cock up in short order, despite my recent orgasm. She struggled to get away, but was unable to pry her wrists from from his strong grip. I put every item carefully in my backpack. I groaned, my pussy aching from their hard plunges. The full force of the Machoke speared the unfortunate escapee into the BDSM sturdy tree, shattering his ribs and causing spinal damage, as he slumped down with a yowl. “Maybe I should start wearing a bra.” She said, gagging setting her head back down again. “Yeah, blowjob that would be great but it would have to be for short periods at a time. She could hear Maria sobbing in misery as her red panties was exposed and the pair of scissors switched to her other leg. I paused and scanned the faces around the table. As soon as he shut the engine off, I got into the back seat. It was such a beautiful sight that public I almost didn’t want to intrude. I was going for the win…” She had been so tired after all the sex so maybe it had simply slipped her mind. I oral knew you wouldn’t do anything wrong or pressure a woman into doing something she doesn’t want to do. As she got into the limo, I swear that she wiggled her ass towards Fred, but maybe I was just imagining that. She milked me, drawing out spurt after spurt of my cum. He didn’t notice or didn’t care, for her lips were his next target. We also made sure that they understood that all three of us were legal consenting adults when we decided to seduce you.” Jane told me. They giggled between themselves, stealing glances my way to see my reaction. A couple of the girls got her home, because the guys didn’t give a fuck as whether she made it or not.