“Tits and Boobs… Want to know who is in front in that auction?” he gloats, giving a particularly fierce thrust of his hips that makes my naked sister groan with pain. “Me. She’s going to be mine! That cunt’s going to be licking your holes out.” I look at the woman on screen trying to imagine myself intimate with Alexa, imagine her “licking my holes out”, but I feel nothing. The proud pirate, unbowed by the statistics that a most-want-to-lose Runner hasn’t been the victor in the Rape Run for many years, seems too remote to me. When the interview reaches the part where Wagner offers her the choice of baring her breasts or using the phallus on princess Palonae, Alexa strides unhesitatingly across towards the helpless slave. “Watch everyone. This is what I’ll do to those other Runners,” she declares, and instead of going for the woman’s pussy she positions the head of the blonde cock against the star muscle of Palonae’s anus. “No, No!” the princess starts pleading, but Alexa is already ramming her hips forward viciously, making her helpless victim scream. fetish “Yes!” cries Klink, and dragging my sister’s hair back forcing her to look up at the ceiling, he bucks hard enough upwards to lift her momentarily amateur from the bed. Tits slumps, rendered insensible with the force of her Reflex while my owner pumps himself to orgasm inside her, violating my beloved sister’s anus at the same time as the pirate ravages the princess. “Happy Rape Run, Alexa Goshenk,” Klink taunts to the viewing screen as the last of this year’s Rape Runners is dragged from the platform. “I’ll be seeing you soon.” 30 - Three It’s been another day of wishing we were able to kill ourselves. Klink has been feeling particularly vindictive towards women since he learned Alexa was participating in the Rape Run. A typical example took place just after his climax in my sister’s ass, when he wanted to watch me clean out the contents of her orifice using my tongue. I could think of little more disgusting, perhaps save performing the service for someone other than Tits, but I am implanted so I inevitably followed the order and tried to the best of my ability too. The taste blowjob was utterly vile and I retched repeatedly, but that was all – I’d been ordered not to vomit. Apparently the effect of the implant in the female brain is so powerful it even overrides physical reflex, and I gulped back the repulsive mixture without being sick. I wish it had been otherwise. The acid aftermath of vomit is nothing, but at the end of the day I could still taste Tits’ back passage in my mouth, even though I rinsed myself every time I had the chance. Things have been worse for her. I completed my monthly woman’s cycle just before leaving for Aghara-Penthay, mature so today, with my time in captivity now at about a fortnight, I’m due to begin menstruating in just over another week. “Damn, Anthony, you're lucky.” She squirmed in place, whimpering fetish and groaning. Fortunately, the effects of his magic were felt by Lindsay and Jessica as well. more than the uncountable amount of Fuck! Her favorite thing was grinding up against a pillow. It felt crazy, erotic. The act was surprisingly blonde effortless, and James was pleased to know he could rely on his inherent magical power. She braced herself for whatever was coming. Manju “Don’t worry; we will take care of mature her. And she is married to my friend and neighbour, Jack. Now, with you here, maybe I don’t want to leave. His strong hand easily holding her waist, and his legs clamping her thighs in place. Then amateur there was poor Mira, the lushly curved, lithesome brunette. "Why the tears" I added" “I hope the third dryer is the charm. Tears flowed down her cheeks and her nose ran, but she didn’t scream or break down, or wipe her nose. I felt that they almost were star struck when they saw me. I would dance for them in the back room at minimum, further sexual favors would depend on how much extra they blowjob paid.