As the leaf starts to close over me I commit myself and say the word that dooms me to be a loser in the Rape Run. “Flare.” 19 - Camp I growl angrily as I’m steered towards the frame by the men, fighting as hard as woman can when she has bound hands and a noose around her throat attached to a pole. They might be about to take my body, but I can show them they won’t break my spirit. My first Hardcore view from inside a Hunter camp does nothing to ease my fears. A number of such sites in the Zone are configured for the Hunters to use as bases, and enjoy their captured women. They are places of horror. The buildings around this one are not as decayed as most of the ruins in the crater, and they form a neat ring facing into a circle. In the center of that circle are the instruments of suffering. I’ve been unlucky since my kidnap on the cruiser, and of course, down in the carnivore pit when I sent up the flare it had to be Salarin that was the first to arrive and “save” oral me. The man I feared most of all was the one standing victorious over me when from my place enshrouded within the deadly leaves I heard the sound of blaster weapons, and at last the foliage fell away. But even after the plant’s death those snaking tendrils didn’t relax their hold, and completely helpless in the vines I had to endure the indignity of needing the Hunter’s help to get free, and then needing someone to intimately clean off the corrosive syrup, before they could manhandle me back to their base. But it is the present and future suffering I have to concern myself with, not the past, and here before me are instruments that will deliver that. I need to fear the wooden frames; the human-size St. Andrew’s cross with bracelets at its tips intended for limbs; the cage suspended above the ground; and the deep pit at the edge of the ring of buildings, covered by a grill. In the center of the camp the Hunters have positioned three wooden frames, each large enough for a human to stand inside. Of course each has eyelets screwed into the timber suitable for attaching restraints. I am being herded across the circle by my neck like a rabid dog and towards one of these by my captors, the men of Salarin. In the frame to the right, beside the one that is my destination, a woman is already bound. Her limbs, roped to the corners, pull her body into an ‘X’ shape, a living example of what is intended for me. This other female is slumped in the frame as if she’s been tortured into exhaustion. I’m not sure if she’s conscious. Her hair hangs forward in front of her face, but I teen can tell it’s the princess, Palonae. She is still naked. I struggle to the very end to try and avoid following her fate, but overwhelmed by their numbers, I am inevitably moved into the empty square between the wooden beams. Then the guards efficiently thread fresh ropes around my wrists, and the ends of these ropes are passed through loops in the top corners of the frame. Released only momentarily from my former bonds, abruptly student the new ropes are pulled taut, and my arms are jerked unnaturally out to the sides and up, as if I’m a dancing puppet. My hands are thus held away from my body, unable to protect me in amateur any way, limp and useless. With them has gone any last hope for Melena de Santo. Melissa was a chubby yet pretty girl of Japanese descent with a short bob hairstyle dyed electric blue. My fingers danced up and down her slit. The next scene showed Karla in the kitchen. It was supposed to be worn with at least a bra, which I hadn’t had time to put on or a t-shirt. “Yes. In the next 30 or 40 minutes my backside got redder and redder and more painful. As long as he was back in his proper lane by the time he reached the curve, this was well within the rules. "God, you're so slick and tight." “Mmm, you love this, don't you?” Lilith moaned, unseen and unheard to Evaline. I buried my hands in it as she took my entire cock into her student mouth licking and sucking, teasing and probing. “What about our injured?” Sakura asks. The makeup table is something Grant bought him. I told the waiter that we really wanted to enjoy a slow dinner, so if he could delay things a bit that would be great and also ordered a bottle of wine. "Is it safe for him to be alone?" Honestly I’m not one to put out on a first ‘date’” raising her hands and used air quotes. Katya recognised it at once. “Well, at least you’re coming down a little bit. “What do you teen mean haven’t got any? Still, I demanded of Serana if she could make them last longer. Craig could feel the slimy trail across his fingers as the dog’s cock slid across oral Marge's ass and also the drip of fluid onto his own cock that was still buried deep in Marge’s pussy. I noticed that Alex wasn’t quite fully hard but he was on his way just from us talking. No one except for George and Felicia realized how close they actually were. Jane was smiling up at me, proud of herself. Then I decide to really do it. I must be high as a kite right now. As Mala resigned from further questioning Ravi taking hold Hardcore of her sari asked her amateur to turn, making the wrapped sari around her body to be detached. Ms. Esmeralda groaned into my snatch. I took a breath and then started working Bill’s cock to the back of my throat. She couldn't believe she had a BLACK cock in her hand.